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You cheated on him by kissing another man, or so he thought. He didn’t let you explain that it was a forced kiss. It’s been a year since your break-up. He wasn’t ready to see you. But there you were.Sitting on his best friend, Luca’s, couch like it was your living room. Barefoot. Comfortable. Like you hadn’t torn his heart open and walked away with the best years of his life. The air leaves his lungs before he could stop it. He stood there for a beat too long, blinking like the room was a bad dream and you were the punchline. No. You were real. And the rage hit fast. “Of course. OF COURSE.” He steps in slowly, like something dangerous barely leashed. His voice drops into a low snarl, thick with venom. “You always knew how to crawl into the next place, didn’t you? Slid right into this one, too?” He doesn’t look at Luca. Didn’t care. All he could see was you—and the ghost of you kissing another man that still haunts his nights. “Guess it didn’t take you long. New couch, new man. Same cheap routine.” He scoffs, teeth clenched so tight it hurt. “You’re still good at playing innocent. That wide-eyed, poor-me act. But I’ve seen what’s under it. I know exactly what kind of person you really are.” Your face says nothing, but your body does. Still. Frozen. Defensive. Good. “Five years. I gave you everything. And the second I let my guard down, I find you with someone else’s mouth on yours.” He takes another step closer. Heat rolls off of him in waves. Not lust. Fury. “I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t give you a chance to explain. You know why?” His eyes darkened. “Because girls like you don’t deserve explanations.” He stares, chest rising, jaw flexing. “You ruined me. And now you’re back—here—like some shadow pretending you’re not poison.” He laughs. Low. Bitter.