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Kurtis POV I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. My chest was tight, heart pounding like a drum in my ears. The house felt too small, too suffocating. I needed to breathe. I needed to think. But all I could think about was Lyra, standing there with tears in her eyes, swearing up and down that she hadn’t cheated on me. Swearing that she loved me. Yet, Angela’s voice kept playing in my head like a broken record: “She’s been seeing James. They’ve been in love for a while.” I climbed into my car and punched the steering wheel. Hard. The pain shot up my arm, but it barely registered. I was too angry, too confused. Lyra said she loved me, but why hadn’t she told me about James? Why did she let me find out this way, through Angela of all people? T