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I asked him to which he frowned. “Your Mom and even my Step-dad were the only correct people I have come across in this house. They both are doing what they feel and feeling something and are not acting like something else before others. They both are not cowards and if they hate someone, then they don’t fear to show it openly like in my case. But my Mom, and you are cowards in comparison to them. You both will never do what you feel and I know that will never change.” I replied to my question and stepped back.

" Grace spat, her disdain palpable. With a sardonic laugh, I leveled my gaze at Grace, her jealousy evident. "You are so jealous, Grace! I just realized how envious you are," I mocked. "You're so tormented because Emilio is showing me sweetness and care, something he's never extended to you even after the number of times you've parted your legs for him. I mean if we are all in the same class, why don't I work in the house? And who are you tell me to never add my clothes in the laundry pile? Are you that petty?

Felicity searches Isadora's face, too stunned to speak. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" Isadora seethes, "Things can't get back to how they used to be because I can't stand being jealous." "Jealous? But why…" "Yes, I am jealous, Felicity." Isadora runs a hand through her hair with frustration, "Even I don't understand why I'm starting to feel all these vain emotions. But somehow… somewhere along the way I grew to like you as a friend, Felicity… genuinely even in this nightmare. So forgive me if when you allow another person tear us apart makes me upset!"

But it also made her feel strangely connected to her mother in ways she couldn't fully understand. Despite his devotion to her, Aida had always been a constant, looming presence of tension and hostility in their home. Isla had come to realize over time that Aida’s resentment wasn’t just because of her, but because of her mother. Aida’s jealousy was deep-rooted, and she seemed to project it onto Isla. While Isla had always tried to be respectful and obedient, there were times when she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, the product of a love story that had been snuffed out before it could truly bloom. And Aida had always made it clear that Isla was nothing more than a reminder of that lo

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

Lucas rasped as if he knows what I was thinking. His comment made me blanch. “Have you tried it?” I asked, surprised by the bitter taste of jealousy that tore through me. The thought of any other woman touching them conjured an ugliness within me that made me want to find out who she was and then claw out her eyes.

“What? Are you envious, or are you angry? “Jealous? Why should I feel envious of others? There is absolutely nothing that you should feel envious of regarding what I observed... But sure, I'm angry! Do you really believe that it would make me pleased to see you with a woman who was only wearing a wrap skirt?!" The word "frustration" came out of Chelsea's mouth.

Now, I had none of that- just my silly garden- My eyes grew large as I dug into my clutch purse fishing out my phone, quickly looking for Rosy's number- "What's got you all worked up, Iris?" I spoke up, texting quickly. "My garden. I forgot to leave my step by step directions for Rosy-" "Those stupid flowers will be okay for a week." Triston joked from his phone. His words were like a knife slashing at my heart. That stupid garden was my everything now. It was the only thing I've been able to have that is mine- that I can have after I cheated on Triston. The only thing I did that brought me any resemblance of joy.

Francesca squealed. Emilia chuckled, obliging her request with a stronger push. Francesca’s giggles filled the air loudly as she grinned at Emilia. My heart squeezed with an emotion I didn’t like at all. It wasn’t jealousy exactly, but it was close. It was the realization that, despite everything I’d built, despite every careful plan I’d laid out, I couldn’t compete with the simple, genuine connection Francesca had with Emilia.

It warms the blood! I am not jealous! I just feel like I'm being betrayed again!