TWELVE.

"You're still crying over spilled milk?" Zeke asked, barging into her room, putting a bag of junk food in front of her. Aly had moved back to her apartment a few days ago. She still had lots of work to do and couldn't let that go because she was heartbroken. Man's got to eat.

" Hello to you too; I see Ida filled you on everything," she asked, opening the bag to see the goodies he had brought for her.

" She did, and believe it or not, we are happy you finally dumped his ass. He never did care about you; all he wanted was your family's wealth and nothing more, and when he found out you wanted something else, he couldn't cope and had to find other ways to rid you," he told the gospel truth.

" He might not have cared, but I did. I loved him despite everything. In the end, I got heartbroken. RIP my mental health, yaay." She tried holding in a sob.

" Enough of him; I brought your favorites, and don't dare say you're not hungry; otherwise, it's war." He fake threatened.

" On the contrary