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“Why did you have to start dating him?!” Unexpected anger surges through his voice. “Why did youkeepdating him?! Why did you start sleeping with him?! Why didn’t you believeany of the fucking stories I told you about him with other women?! The stories we had other people tell you?! The stories we helped spread online?!”

His accidental pronoun change prompts my eyebrows to incredulously lift. “We?”

Khurana noticeably gulps but doesn’t verbally confess to anything.

“We?!” I quietly repeat on a step towards him. “Who iswe, Khurana?” Another stomp forward is taken. “Who. The. Fuck. Is. We?”

“Your sister.”

Malevolent moans immediately rattle my chest.

Throat.

“I’m in love with you, and she explained he’s really in love with her-”

His head suddenly bucks back from my fist crashing into the top of his open mouth.

“Fu-”

Repeating the action is prompt and equally accurate.

“F-”

One more successfully severs any ability to speak as he fumbles to his knees to spit out blood.

Or teeth.

Or both.

Hell, he could be throwing up his own lung for all I know.

Whatever’s leaving him, doesn’t matter to me.

Whatmattersis that he manipulated me.

Thatshemanipulated him.

That they selfishly worked together to manipulate me into ruining everything I love.

Huh.

Talk about a play I never saw coming.

Chapter 25

Arden

Probably almost cheated on, definitely publicly humiliated, and absolutely fired all in less than five minutes.

Feels like a chick version of the Howe hat trick.

I don’t like it.

In fact?

I think it sucks short, mangled, duck dick.

“It’s ridiculous, Sam,” Florence Ramirez states to her current co-anchor. “The Dragons are out of controlagainand the league needs to do something about it.”

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