(Ariana’s POV)The door closed behind Lucas and Alex, and with it, the fragile peace I had fought so hard to protect shattered again.My cousin stood in the middle of the room, her face stern. “This house is not a battlefield,” she said firmly. “Both of you—out.”Neither man argued. Their eyes remained locked in a silent war, heavy with years of unresolved hatred. Lucas stormed out first, his footsteps filled with rage. Alex followed moments later, throwing me one last look filled with confusion and regret.Silence flooded the room.I collapsed onto the couch, my body trembling. The wound I had tried to heal had been ripped open—raw, bleeding, and unbearable.My cousin sat beside me and held my hands. “Ariana, I’m so sorry.”But sorry could not heal this.That night, sleep avoided me. My mind replayed the scene—Lucas’s fury, Alex’s shock, the way my heart felt like it had been torn apart. Tears soaked my pillow as I whispered, “God, when will this pain end?”⸻The next morning, my bod
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