A few days later, I get a message from Stella inviting me over for dinner.
“Hey, Mel! It’s been a while since you moved out. I’d love to catch up! Why don’t you come over for dinner?”
Her invitation felt like a trap, and I almost ignored it. But curiosity won out. I wanted to see how Nicolas was playing his cards—I still didn’t fully trust him, especially after everything we’d been through. So, with some reluctance, I replied and agreed to come over.
Arriving at her place, I tried to keep my expression neutral as I spotted her with Nicolas. They were laughing together, the kind of ease between them that spoke of years of shared memories. It twisted something deep inside me, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull him away from her, to make him see that he belonged ……
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