Alani wasn’t new to heartbreak. She had been hurt before. Men had cheated before, but that disloyalty cut differently when you didn’t see it coming. It burned more when you put a man on a pedestal and he hopped off that bitch with disregard. She had chipped away ever piece of bitterness that had weighed down her heart, just to make sure she loved him right, and now she remembered why she had it up in the first place. Men were no good for her. No matter how much they pretended to be, somehow, Alani always ended up hurt. Niggas ain’t shit. She looked up at the house
