“That’s my house,” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief. “She’s been here.”
*She’s been here while you were gone,* Nova snarled. *She’s been right under your nose this whole time.*
I scrolled through more of her posts, and my blood ran cold when I noticed the little details. The handbag on her arm, the bracelet around her wrist, even the hair clips she wore—they were all things Braxton had bought for me.
“He’s been giving her my things,” I muttered, my hands shaking with anger. “She’s been taking everything.”
*She’s been taking more than that,* Nova whispered, her voice full of venom. *She’s been taking him.*
Tears stung my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. “He’s not worth it,” I said aloud, more to myself than to Nova. “He never was.”
*Maybe not,* Nova agreed, though her voice was laced with pain. *But it still hurts. Even for someone like him, it still hurts.*
When Braxton came out of the bathroom, I was ready. I sat there calmly, waiting for him to make the first move. He dressed quickly, avoiding my gaze, and mumbled something about Lila needing help.
“I’m going to her place,” he said hastily. “There’s trouble close to her , and she’s not safe.”
I raised an eyebrow, my voice cold. “If you walk out that door, Braxton, we’re done. Don’t come back.”
He froze, turning to me with wide eyes. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re being crazy, Calla.”
“I’m not the one sneaking around with my sister behind my back,” I shot back. “So go ahead. Walk out that door. But we’re done.”
His face twisted with anger, but he said nothing. Instead, he grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him.
*Good riddance,* Nova growled. But there was a note of sadness in her voice that echoed in my heart.
As soon as he was gone, I started packing my things. I wasn’t going to wait around for him to come crawling back with more lies. I was done with Braxton, with Lila, with all of it.
By the time I was finished, I had blocked both of them from my phone. I wasn’t going to waste another second on either of them.
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