HANNAH’S POV:Her words struck deep, not just at Jacob but at all of us. At me.Because a part of me, somewhere deep down, understood her pain—the humiliation, the heartbreak, the helplessness of giving yourself to someone only to be left broken and blamed.Cherry suddenly turned and stormed toward the door, tears spilling freely. “I can’t do this,” she muttered, her voice trembling. “I can’t look at either of you right now.”“Cherry, please,” Jacob pleaded, following her, but she shoved past him, grabbing her purse and keys before slamming the door shut behind her.The echo of the door closing felt like a final punctuation mark to the night’s madness.Maya wiped her eyes and gave a bitter laugh. “Well,” she said, voice trembling. “I guess I did what I came to do.”Jacob’s voice broke as he said, “Maya, you’ve ruined everything.”“No,” she whispered, her expression hollow. “I just told the truth.”And with that, she turned and walked out—her heels clicking against the marble, the soun
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