Chapter 112
The headline hit me like a tidal wave. An image of Timothy and Ste emerged just beneath those
bold words.
It looked like someone had taken an old image of Timothy and the old club leader at one of the past
games. Timothy had a trophy tucked just under his arm with Ste clinging to the opposite side of
his body. They’d gone as far as to crop out. part of the club leader’s face in order to zoom in on
Timothy and Ste’s smiling faces.
So Timothy and Ste were together? After all that, he just goes running to the women who prides
herself on making people miserable.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at my phone, feeling more broken than I’d ever felt. He had
moved on after all.
With a heavy heart and a sour mood lingering in the air, I trudged back home from thew firm, my
footsteps echoing down the street.
As I entered my small apartment, I tossed my coat onto a nearby chair and made my way to the
kitchen. The warm glow of the overhead lights did little to thaw my clenching heart. I pulled some
leftovers from the refrigerator and mechanically preheated the oven.
The evening felt unusually lonely as I waited for the food to warm. The silence in the apartment was
deafening, and my thoughts swirled in a tempest of confusion and sadness. How could Timothy
have moved on so quickly, especially when I was still struggling to do so?
Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared nkly at my pláte of food, my appetite nonexistent. I couldn’t
help but rey the moments we had shared in my mind-te–night conversations, sharedughter,
and the undeniable connection that had once bound us together. It was all slipping away, leaving
me adrift in a sea of heartache.
Just as I was about to take a bite of my meal, the front door burst open, and Aria rushed in, her
expression a mixture of disbelief and shock. She clutched her phone in her hand, and I could tell
that she had just read the news about Timothy and Ste.
“Evie!” Aria eximed, her voice trembling with surprise, “Have you seen this?
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I cut her off with a hand wave. “I’ve seen it, Aria.”
Aria’s eyes widened. “Evie, I can’t believe this. How could he have moved on so quickly?”
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I tried to maintain a fa?ade of nonchnce, though my heart ached. “Well, Aria, I was ready to get
over him anyway. This just makes things easier.”
This made Aria pause, and she watched me shovel another forkful of food into my mouth. After a
while, she seemed to grow impatient with my silence.
“You two…” she grumbled, ring daggers into the side of my head.
Eventually, she stormed off to her room in a huff, leaving me alone in the kitchen with my thoughts.
As I stared at the cold, untouched food on my te, I began to feel nauseous. Timothy’s swift
transition to a new rtionship felt like a betrayal, no matter how we ended things.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, I picked up my phone and decided once again to brave
social media. It was a decision I woulde to regret as I typed in the dreaded hashtags.
My heart sank as I saw the results. #TEVIE, the once–beloved hashtag celebrating our supposed
affair, had lost its luster. It was now overshadowed by a new contender, #TELLA, celebrating the
budding romance between Timothy and Ste. The photos, thements, the fanfare–it was all a
painful reminder of the rapid transformation of my life.
I scrolled through the images of Timothy and Ste, their faces captured in a series of snapshots. It
was as if the world and Timothy had forgotten about me, leaving me to fade into obscurity. The ache
in my chest grew with every passing
moment.
ARIA POV
Aria paced nervously in her small apartment, ncing at the clock repeatedly. The minutes seemed
to crawl by as she waited for the right moment to take action. With Evie locked away in her room,
this was the perfect opportunity to confront Timothy, to let him face every shred of her wrath.
Evie deserved better than what Timothy had done to her, and it was high time.
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someone set him straight.
Finally, unable to bear the anticipation any longer, Aria made her way to Timothy’s apartment, her
heart pounding with a mix of anger and frustration. She couldn’t let him get away with what he had
done to Evie, her best friend, the one person who had always been there for her.
She knocked rapidly on his door, unable to suppress her urgency. It only took a few moments
before Timothy opened the door, and his pleasant “hello” was met with a storm brewing in Aria’s
eyes.
She wasted no time with pleasantries, her wordsced with a bitterness that she could no longer
contain. “Timothy, you’re ruining your only chance of being with the love of your life.”
Timothy’s expression shifted from polite to perplexed as he tried to make sense of her hostility.
“Aria, what are you talking about?”
Aria let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration bubbling over. “You know exactly what I’m talking
about, Timothy. You’re throwing away something beautiful, something real, for what?”
Timothy’s mouth opened and closed rapidly as he struggled to find the right words to respond.
“Aria,” he began, his voice tinged with desperation, “you don’t understand the position I’m in. It’s not
as simple as you think.”
But Aria wasn’t about to back down. Her loyalty to Evie ran deep, and she had not intention of
letting Timothy off the hook. She regarded him with a steely determination, her eyes narrowing as
she jammed a finger in his face.
“You’re nothing but a phony, Timothy,” she spat, her voice seething with contempt. “You used Evie
and tossed her aside like she meant nothing. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Aria, please,” he began, his voice pleading, “I care about Evie. I do, but-”
But Aria cut him off, her anger burning like a white–hot me. She had no patience for his excuses.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Timothy. You had something real with Evie, and you squandered
it. You’ve hurt her more times than she can bare, and I won’t stand by and let you make a mockery
of her feelings.
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Timothy’s attempts to calm Aria down were in vain. Her fury was unrelenting, and her words
continued tosh out like a whip. She wanted him to feel trapped, unable to defend himself,
because he needed a taste of being vulnerable too.
Aria’s anger reached its peak, and she delivered her threat with very little filter. “You better tread
lightly, Timothy. I’m withdrawing my support for you. If you think you can use people and toss them
aside, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Timothy winced at the promise within those words, the weight of them seemingly bearing down on
him. Aria had to fight to keep her resolve once she observed his pitiful expression. A crease
furrowed between his eyebrows, and he frowned. deeply.
“Aria-” he started, but Aria cut him off with a shrill, “No!” in response.
In a final act of defiance, Aria warned him with a cold and piercing re. “Stay away from Evie,
Timothy, or you’ll be sorry.”
Without waiting for a response, Aria turned on her heel and stormed away from. Timothy’s
apartment, her footsteps echoing with a sense of finality. She had made her position clear, and
there was no room forpromise.
As Aria retreated to her own apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with
the lingering embers of anger. She had stood up for her best friend, Evie, and made it clear that she
wouldn’t tolerate anyone hurting her. The bonds of friendship had been strained, and the road
ahead remained uncertain, but Aria was determined to protect the ones she loved, no matter the
Cost.
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