Nick POVI knew something was wrong the moment she hung up. Not just wrong, off. The way Ariana spoke. The way she paused. The way she didn’t argue as much as she usually did. That wasn’t her. Or maybe, that was her changing, and I didn’t like it, not one bit.I stood in my room, phone still in my hand. My chest felt tight, heavy, like something was about to happen. And I wasn’t there. That made it worse. I ran a hand through my hair and paced. Once, twice, again. "This is not just about her moving on," I muttered.Because it wasn’t. The messages. The pictures. The timing. It was too clean. Too planned. Someone was playing with us. And I didn’t know who. That was the problem. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. Same one. I didn’t hesitate this time. I opened it immediately. A message "She listens better now."My jaw tightened. "What do you want?" I typed.The reply came fast. "You’ll see."I clenched my fist. "This is not a game."No response. Just silence. That annoyed me more. Be
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