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⚠️This chapter contains mature content and scenes influenced by aphrodisiacs. It explores themes of lust, jealousy, and psychological manipulation.
Vincent's POV
The door slammed behind her.
Zaara. Gone.
With him.
With fucking Theo.
And something in me…something I didn't even know I had left, shattered.
My fists clenched at my sides.
Nomi was still grinding on me, still moaning, still reaching for more.
But I didn't move.
Not anymore.
My heart was racing, my head screaming.
That high-pitched sound? It turned into a full-blown siren.
"She chose him," Nomi whispered behind me. "Let her."
I didn't answer.
Because every second that passed, I saw red.
Memory or not, heart or not... something inside me hated the way she looked at him.
The way she smiled. The way she smirked. Like I didn't matter anymore. Like I was already dead to her.
Like I was nothing.
"You okay?" Nomi asked.
I finally turned.
