CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Two Women In Love

I have to craft my response with embellishment.

"Well, Yvanna," I begin, my tone laced with conviction, "You see, Hugh has always wanted you back."

Yvanna's brow furrows as she gives thought on my answer. "But why does he only reaching out to me now?"

I lean in closer, my mind ready with my mischief.

"He thought he could just forget about you if he lets go." I say, a playful grin spreading across my lips. "He told me that he’s been on a journey of self-discovery these past two years. And in those years, he feels so empty and incomplete."

Yvanna's eyes flinch with intrigue. She ventures, her voice coated with uncertainty, "So, you're saying he’s reaching out to me because he just realizes that I’m still the only one who can make him happy?"

My confidence wavers a little, a sudden pain rushing through my heart at the last part of her question: 'I'm still the only one who can make him happy'. But I compose myself, and force myself to take back my enthusiasm.

"Exactly!” I say.

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