Todos los capítulos de I Caught My Boyfriend With A Man.So I Slept With His Brother: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Zy's POVI punched the code wrong twice before Ivy’s door finally buzzed.She opened it in an oversized shirt, took one look at my face, and stepped aside without a word. The second the lock clicked I dropped the bag. The leftover sobs came out ugly and loud. She didn’t ask questions. Just pulled me to the couch and let me shake until the worst of it passed.When I could breathe again she shoved a bottle of water into my hands.“Phone.”I handed it over. She put it face-down on the table like it had personally offended her.“You’re staying. No one gets a vote tonight.”I nodded. My eyes still burned. The stairwell cry had left my throat raw and my head pounding. Every time I swallowed I tasted salt. I could still hear the flat way Grant had spoken under the track light, the finality in it, the way he had looked at me like the cleanest thing he could do was erase himself.Ivy got up, grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, and tossed it in my lap.“Wash your face. You look like shit.”

Grant's POVI didn’t sleep.The second the car door shut on her last night I knew I’d crossed into something I couldn’t take back. I could still feel the way her body had taken me — the tight heat, the way she’d clenched and cried out while I held her down and told her it was the last time. The cruelty had been deliberate. Necessary. It still sat in my chest like something spoiled.I sat in the dark apartment until the sky started changing color. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her face when I ordered her out. Not the anger. The flash of hurt underneath it that she’d tried to hide. I told myself that look was the price. Better that look than watching her lose the rest of her life because I couldn’t stay away.By morning the campus page had already done its work. New video. Zy in Bella’s face. Me pulling her back by the arm. Caption calling her desperate. Comments stacking the way they always did when people smelled blood. I watched it once, jaw locked so tight it ached, then closed

Bella’s POVI still had the taste of him on my mouth when I pulled back.Grant didn’t shove me. That was the first thing I noticed. He just stood there for a second too long, like his brain needed time to catch up. Then he stepped away and wiped his lip with the back of his hand like I had left something dirty on him.“What the fuck was that?” he said, voice low.I smiled. Soft. Controlled. The same smile that used to work on him.“Don’t act brand new. You used to like when I did that.”“I used to like a lot of things I don’t like anymore.”He said it flat. No heat. That almost pissed me off more than if he had yelled.I tilted my head and looked him up and down. Same dark hoodie. Same tired eyes. Same boy who used to drive me home and kiss me like he meant it. Now he looked at me like I was a problem he needed to walk away from.“She’s leaving, right?” I asked. “That’s what everybody’s saying. Hardship transfer. No-contact rule. You’re finally free of the mess.”Grant’s jaw flexed. “

Zy's POVThe door opened again after twenty-seven minutes.The same woman from the committee stood there with a folder in her hand and a face that already told me the news wasn’t good.“Please come back in.”We filed into the room. Bella and her mother took the same seats across from us. Bella kept her bruised cheek slightly turned toward the light like she wanted everyone to keep seeing it. Her eyes stayed down. The performance hadn’t slipped once.The older woman sat, opened the folder, and didn’t waste time.“After review, the committee has decided the provisional pause will remain in place under revised conditions.”Dad’s shoulders loosened a fraction. Mom still didn’t breathe.The woman continued.“However, due to the nature of the new material and the visible injuries sustained by the other student, Ms. Ruthford will be required to submit a formal written acknowledgment of the incident. This acknowledgment will state that a physical altercation occurred and that she regrets her

Zy's POVThe restaurant sat two streets away from campus, the kind of place students came when they wanted cheap food and didn’t care about the sticky tables. I started on a Thursday. The uniform was a black polo that smelled like old detergent and a pair of jeans I already owned. The manager barely looked at me when he handed over the apron.“Don’t drop anything. Don’t argue with customers. Shifts are six hours.”I nodded and got to work.The first two days passed in a blur of trays, spilled drinks, and people who never said thank you. My feet hurt. My back hurt. Every time someone from campus walked in I kept my head down and prayed they wouldn’t recognize me. Most didn’t. I was just another girl in a black polo now.Friday night was busier.I was carrying a tray of empty glasses to the kitchen when the door opened and laughter spilled in. I knew the sound before I saw them. Bella walked in first, bruise on her cheek still carefully visible under makeup, followed by three girls from