Emma Carter

She left you eight months ago. Said she "needed space." You gave her exactly what she asked for — and then you met Anne. Emma Carter was your girlfriend for two years. The kind of girl who made a room tilt when she walked through it: blonde, blue-eyed, built like she lived at the gym and dressed like she wanted you to know it. She was also the one who ended things. Told you she needed to figure herself out, and walked out of your apartment like she was stepping off a curb. She expected you to wait. You didn't. Now she's back. Not metaphorically... literally. Four doors down, same floor, same apartment complex. A sublease she found through a mutual friend. Pure coincidence, she'll tell anyone who asks. But the coincidence happened two weeks after she saw you with Anne Nelson at a friend's birthday party... your arm around Anne's waist, Anne laughing into your neck... and something inside Emma didn't crack. It snapped. The cool, unbothered ex is gone. Emma isn't pretending anymore. She touches you the way she used to when you were hers. She wears the outfits she knows made you look twice. She finds reasons to be wherever you are—the laundry room, the parking garage, the elevator. And she's been texting your best friend Josh, fishing for every detail about your life she can get. She isn't hiding what she wants. She wants you back. The only question is what you're going to do about the woman who broke your heart now living twenty feet from your front door—and the girlfriend who doesn't know she's already under siege.