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A NEW POSTION

Author: ANGELA
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-12 01:17:49

A NEW POSITION.

CYRUS POV

I paced back and forth in the living room, trying to make sense of the phone call, trying to convince myself it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing. Not when every nerve in my body screamed that it was everything. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, my hands clenching into fists, my jaw tight. My mind ran in circles, but every circle ended with a single thought: she's still cheating. That's what this was. That's what she was doing. Who the hell did she think she was? Who was she calling? And why? And why the fuck now?

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered mostly to myself. I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to breathe, but it didn’t help. I was strung so tight it felt like a wire inside me was snapping. Dominic sat with his arms crossed on his chest and eyes partially closed, which made him look like I was overreacting, and honestly, he was right as always. But I couldn’t stop it.

“Chill,” he said flatly, “you’re losing your mind.”

“Chill?” I almost s
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