Becca stood frozen in the doorway, eyes red and swollen, lips trembling. Her body was stiff, like the world had drained the last ounce of strength she had left. Zayne stood on the other side, hands clenched at his sides, jaw tight. The moment he saw her face, his heart cracked a little more. “I told you to go away,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “And I didn’t listen.” His tone was soft but firm. Her gaze dropped, lashes heavy with uncried tears. She looked so lost. “I thought I could handle it,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible. “I thought... maybe if I helped him, if I showed him I cared, he’d finally see me.” Zayne stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “But he didn’t,” she added, laughing bitterly. “He brought her. He kissed her. In front of me. Like I was just... just some friend with a favor.” She didn’t even realize she was crying again until Zayne reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. Becca flinched. “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his hand
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