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77: A Petty Move

Author: Gold Writes
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77.

Brandon's POV.

Burning the damn teddy bear had been stupid and petty. But after watching Aaron kiss her, after seeing the way she let him, I had lost every rational bone in my body.

I barely remembered getting home. Barely remembered storming toward the incinerator, shoving that ridiculous stuffed thing into the flames, and watching it disintegrate into nothing but blackened scraps and rising smoke.

The satisfaction had been fleeting.

Now, all I had left was Ivy standing in my room, fuming, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at me like she wanted to strangle me.

All this over a stupid teddy bear.

I exhaled sharply, leaning against the weight rack, my expression impassive. “It was ugly. Hurting my eyes just sitting there.” I glanced at her, completely unbothered. “I’ll buy you a better one. More expensive.”

Her nostrils flared, her entire body vibrating with anger. “It’s not about the price, Brandon!” Her voice shook, raw with frustration. “It was a gift. From someone who act
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