Disgust surged through my body. Did I just hear correctly? Not, HIM. Not now!

Desperate to escape the lies he spread, I moved hours away to start over. Or so people think, anyway. He complicated my life. Most people would think it’s impulsive or childish to move, just because an ex persuaded everyone we knew that I was a whore.

But it was more than that. And he’s the only one who knows. The one thing he didn’t spread, seems he only tells falsehoods, not truth.

But… even when it could’ve wrecked my entire life? Let alone career? He easily could have destroyed me by telling this one honest fact but instead resorted to superficial lies that most wouldn’t give a shit about. The most common response to his bullshit?

“She’s a whore? Good for her! Honestly get over it.” Surprisingly enough, most were proud of me. He was a controlling, cheating ass.

I could have stayed in town, if it were just for that. And maybe even with everything I could have stayed. But I couldn’t. The possibility of him someday getting a hair across his ass and telling was too much. He had evidence, and probably still does knowing him.

So. When I moved I changed everything. My name. My looks. My entire being. 10 years man, I’ve adjusted to a rigid expectation and comfort: my safety.

Stifling, hot breath hit my neck,

“Well now. Aurora! You are one challenging woman to find! If, that’s even the right name of the week?”