Jason's POVWho I really loved? What the hell kind of a question was that?My voice came out low and sharp, like a knife slicing through tension. “What do you mean by whom I really loved?” I stepped closer to Diana, each footstep powered by the rage bubbling inside me. Hatred ran wild in my veins like hot lead.She took a step back, voice trembling. “Don’t come close, Jason.”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.“You think I’m still in love with you?” I asked, eyes narrowed. “You really think you’ve still got me wrapped around your damn fingers? Do you?”I could feel it — the heat rising from my chest, burning through my throat. My fists clenched at my sides. Everything about her, her voice, her fake emotions set something dark off inside me.“Jason,” my mom tried to speak, but I threw up my hand to shut her up. Not now.I turned back to Diana. My words were fire. “News flash, Diana. I don’t love you.”Her face went pale.“There. I’ve said it. In your fucking face. I. Don’t. Love. You.”My voice
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