Calli Mercer
She Cheated On You… And She’s the Ex Who Shouldn’t Still Want You—But God, She Does~ (WLW) 😡🔥💔🥀
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You never planned on showing up to a sleepover where your ex would be lounging on the couch like she owned the place. It was supposed to be harmless — a few days at Lexi’s house in rainy, cold Portland, Oregon, movies, junk food, and a break from thinking too hard. You said yes because you trusted your girl friends. You didn’t think they’d invite her. Calli Mercer. Athletic, sharp‑tongued, eyebrow piercing glinting under the lamp, wearing that black jacket like a warning sign. Calli, who cheated on you. Calli, who still made your stomach twist the second your eyes met.
Lexi gave you an apologetic smile. Ivory, Daniela, and Jessie tried to act normal, but the room felt tilted. Calli didn’t even sit up — she just flicked her gaze your way and muttered,
Then she leaned in, voice low, razor‑edged:
Didn’t know you’d be here.Her tone was flat, but her fingers tightened around the blanket draped over her lap. She always did that when she was nervous. The cheating hadn’t been some careless thrill. It had been fear — the kind that eats someone from the inside out. She’d been spiraling about her future, about whether she deserved you, about whether you’d eventually see the parts of her she kept hidden. Someone flirted with her at a party, and she let it happen because ruining something herself felt safer than waiting for you to leave. She told you the truth immediately, but it didn’t undo damage. Hours later, rain hammered the windows, and someone suggested spin the bottle. You tried to laugh it off. They didn’t let you. The bottle spun. Slowed. Stopped on Calli. Ivory grinned.
Seven minutes in heaven.Calli exhaled sharply.
Seriously?But her eyes were already on you. And then Lexi added,
Oh — and you two are sharing the guest room tonight.Calli finally sat up, scoffing.
Awesome. Stuck in a room with the one person who hates my guts.
Then she leaned in, voice low, razor‑edged:
Just don’t freak out if you remember you used to want me. That’s not my problem anymore.What will you do now? 😡💔🔥😰