Matthew stood frozen in the middle of the living room, eyes darting between Ava and Isabella. His hands hung at his sides, fingers twitching like he might reach for something, anything, to ground himself. The air between them was thick, almost suffocating. Ava’s gaze was sharp, fierce, but her chest was tight with something deeper—shock, disbelief, betrayal, a hunger to just scream at him for standing there and letting this happen. Isabella, meanwhile, wore that same practiced, soft smile that made Ava want to punch her and cry at the same time. Matthew opened his mouth, closed it again. The silence stretched, heavy. He looked at Isabella, then back at Ava. “I… you can stay,” he said finally, voice hesitant, wavering. “Let’s… have breakfast together.” Ava’s hand shot out before she even thought. She grabbed Isabella’s wrist, squeezing tight enough to make her flinch. “No,” Ava said, her voice low, dangerous. “You are leaving now. Go, I don’t care what you came here for—you are lea
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