Chapter 3

This time, I didn't go back to my parents' place. I went straight to a high-end club and booked a private room.

People say the best way to forget someone is to meet someone new.

I took the black card Derek gave me, waved my hand, and told the manager to send a few male models over.

Five minutes later, several young, muscular men, all over 6 feet tall, entered the room.

Each one was tall and toned, and as they sat beside me, their raw masculine energy filled the air.

We played games, chugging an entire case of foreign liquor.

Finally, I swayed an empty bottle, tipsily asking them,

"Each of you, tell me one good thing about me. The one who says the most will stay with me tonight."

The male models were instantly hyped. Finn, a red-haired guy, spoke first.

"You're gorgeous, sis! Beautiful skin, stunning and those long legs…"

"Your personality is amazing, sis, you're so cool and sweet at the same time, I love that!"

"Your style, sis, it's just so tasteful…"

Perhaps it was the sudden rush of emotions from being drunk, but listening to them babble, I suddenly smashed the wine bottle to the floor.

A loud *CRASH* echoed, startling everyone. I covered my face and started crying.

"If I'm so great, why does he keep cheating on me?! Why?!"

"What did I do wrong…"

The young models were all taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless.

Then, a male model who had been standing silently by the door spoke.

"When you use someone else's mistakes as a mirror, all you'll see is a distorted version of yourself."

"True worth is never about who loved or betrayed you, but how you choose to love yourself."

At his words, I stopped crying and looked up.

This male model seemed unfamiliar. He had sharp, striking features and dressed impeccably, with the best aura among all the models there.

He looked like someone who could help me forget Derek.

I wiped my tears and, choked up, reached out to him.

"What's all that philosophical mumbo jumbo? Come on, sleep with me."