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I replayed every moment I’d had with Truth.

The park. The way she’d smiled when I brought her food. The way she’d leaned into me when I held her, like I was safety, like I was home.

I’d offered her consistency. Stability. A life where she didn’t have to be afraid.

And she’d chosen him.

She’d chosen the man who lied to her, manipulated her, buried his own brother alive in a concrete hole and then came back to her bed like nothing happened.

She’d chosen chaos over peace.

Obsession over devotion.

Amai over me.

The sun started to rise, casting pale orange light across the street, and I felt the weight of the night settle into my bones.

I’d lost.

Not in some distant, theoretical way.

I’d lost.

My phone buzzed in the cupholder.

I picked it up, my vision blurry from exhaustion, and saw Brandon’s name on the screen.

Heard the divorce papers got signed yesterday. Amai and Yaya. Clean break.

I stared at the message, reading it three times before the words actually registered.

The divorce was finalized.

Amai was free.

The last legal obstacle between him and Truth was gone.

My chest tightened, and I felt something hot and vicious rise in my throat.

He’d won.

Completely.

Amai had everything now—no wife, no contract tying him to Yahmaria, nothing standing between him and the woman he wanted.

The woman I wanted.

I threw the phone onto the passenger seat and pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to breathe through the rage and heartbreak twisting in my gut.

I couldn’t stay here.

I couldn’t sit outside her house like some pathetic stalker, watching the man I hated most in the world take everything I’d fought for.

I started the engine and pulled away from the curb, my hands shaking, my vision tunneling.

I didn’t plan where I was going.

I just drove.