The air felt like it had been sucked out of the room, leaving behind a dead, heavy silence.
My teeth ground together so hard I could almost hear them crack.
Was this bastard really so shameless that he couldn't leave me a single good memory?
"Come on, sis, isn't it a little heartless to act this way?" Magnolia crossed her arms and sauntered over, her expression smug.
She had the nerve to pat my shoulder as if we were old friends. "If I were you, I'd just sign the house over to Ewing."
She shrugged, as if offering a favor. "Or name your price. We'll buy you out, even if it means we take a loss. After all, you know Ewing and I already… resolved all our misunderstandings in bed last night."
She glanced at Ewing, lips curled in a victorious smirk. "It's only natural he can't get over me, considering I'm the one who taught him how to be a real man."
Her voice dropped to a mock-sympathetic tone. "Sorry you spent three years as his backup plan."
I couldn't help myself—my palm cracked across her face with a sharp smack.
There was no way I could just let this go.
I could forgive Ewing's betrayal. I could even bear the humiliation of loving the wrong person. But I couldn't stand being mocked to my face by Magnolia, not after everything she'd done.
Some things are worth fighting for, even if it means losing.
In the past, I'd set aside my pride, my stubbornness, my identity—all for someone who would never do the same for me.
Now I understood: no matter how much I let go, the person I gave everything to would never be the one to share my future.
Maybe some things were doomed to be mistakes from the very beginning.
The fight was brutal—honestly, it was a mess.
Magnolia lost a couple of teeth.
Then Ewing jumped in, shoving me so hard I went tumbling down the stairs and cracked a rib.
In the end, both our parents had to come down to the police station to bail us out.
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