22. Twisted Everything

CAST

I stormed through the gate of Selena's house. She'd gone too far this time, slipping copies of our old conversations under my office door, a veiled threat hanging between the lines.

I'd had enough. No more games. No more manipulation. She couldn't control me anymore.

The door swung open before I could knock, and there she stood, wearing that smug, calculated look I had grown to hate. "You always show up when you're mad," she said, stepping aside for me to enter.

I didn't say a word, just pushed past her and walked inside.

"You want to tell me what this is?" I asked, holding up the stack of papers. "What are you trying to pull now?"

Selena didn't flinch. "I'm not pulling anything. I'm reminding you of what we had. What we could still have if you'd stop pretending like you don't need me."

I laughed. "Need you? That's rich, Selena. This isn't about us. This is about control. Do you think you can blackmail me with these conversations? I've moved on. You should as well."

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