Taylor's POVThe room caved in, like I’d been shoved underwater without warning. My stomach lurched hard, bile clawing up my throat as my heart slammed wildly against my ribs.No. No, no, no.The word looped uselessly in my head as my fingers went numb and the edges of my vision blurred.A broken sound tore out of me. Something sacred inside me had just been shattered. I shook badly.“How long?”My mouth tasted like metal. I needed to breathe, but I couldn’t seem to.Clara tilted her head from her new seat in front of Brandon’s table, and smiled. “How long what, darling?”“How. Long. Have. You. Been. F*ck*ng. My. Mate?” I barely recognized the shaking voice that came from me. They laughed loudly together.She turned to slowly rub her hand down his chest, maintaining eye contact with me and smirking. “How long has it been, baby?”"Four years,” Brandon answered with a matching smirk.Four years. My mouth went dry. I blinked hard, because the number did not fit the years I believed. We
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