Eva

Erica's face contorted in a mixture of anger and pain, her eyes flashing with hurt. "You're just a replacement," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "A temporary fix for his broken heart. You'll never truly have him."

The atmosphere grew strained as our eyes remained locked, neither of us willing to back down.

She abruptly stood up, her eyes blazing with unwavering determination. She closed the distance between us, her face mere inches from mine as she invaded my personal space.

"Is this how you really want it to be?" Erica asked, her voice low and menacing, a stark contrast to the tearful pleas from moments before.

I...