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Chapter 2 This Has Nothing to Do With Me

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Felix didn’t chase after Quinn as she left the bar and got into her car. Instead, her phone buzzed with a casual text-laced with subtle blame, “It’s not what you think with Lila. You owe her an apology for what you did today!”

Owe Lila an apology?

Quinn’s lips twisted into a sneer as she tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

Little did Felix know, for the past month, she’d been receiving photos of him and Lila: traveling together, posing for couple’s wedding shots, even getting into fights over her.

Every time, he’d brushed Quinn off with excuses about business trips or busy work. But from now on, he wouldn’t need to lie anymore-she was done with him.

Quinn started the car and drove back to their house. Once inside, she gathered all the gifts Felix had given her during their relationship: their couple’s photos, videos, and shared journal. She carried them out to the backyard, piled them into a metal bucket, and lit a match.

The flames had just flickered to life when a furious shout erupted behind her. “What the hell are you doing?!”

A strong hand wrenched her arm backward. She watched as Felix grabbed the half-burned photos from the fire without hesitation. By the time he reached for the rest, the flames were too hot-he burned his hand and hissed in pain.

His anger boiled over. “What’s wrong with you? Lila’s stuck with this terrible rumor because of you, and she’s still telling me to come home and calm you down. But you’re here burning our photos?”

He glared at her. “When did you get so childish?”

Quinn met his gaze coldly, her voice sharp with mockery. “Maybe I am childish. Felix, we’re over.” She turned to head inside.

The word “over” jolted Felix at first. Then he thought of how Quinn had nearly cut ties with her family for him-she’d loved him so much, there’s no way she’d leave over a petty fight. She must be bluffing to get his attention.

Confident in his assumption, he followed her and blocked her at the staircase, frowning. “Enough with the games. Forgetting our anniversary was my bad, but tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day-I’ll make it up to you, double,”

Before Quinn could refuse, he’d already booked a restaurant and movie tickets. He set down his phone and reached for her, but she stepped back just in time. “You…”

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Chapter 2 This Has Nothing to Do With Me

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“Felix, have you smelled yourself lately?” Quinn’s cold eyes locked on his. His body recked of cloying floral fruit perfume-the scent that belonged only to Lila.

Felix froze. He sniffed his shirt and frowned. Pulling off his tic and grabbed a clean change of clothes from the closet, he headed for the bathroom. “I’ll take a shower.”

Quinn didn’t care. Thinking of him staying at home tonight, she didn’t want to be near him, let alone share a bed.

As she gathered her things to move to the guest room, a phone buzzed-Felix’s.

Glancing toward the bathroom, she unlocked the screen. His text thread with Lila was filled with vague flirtation.

The latest message was a risqué photo of Lila, asking if she looked good and teasing that she was waiting for Felix to “check on her” like he had before.

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Quinn’s hands shook at her sides. They’d done something so shameless, so twisted, yet they had the nerve to accuse her? She laughed-so hard that tears pricked her cycs.

Felix stared at her for a long moment, then released her. Before he could speak, his phone rang.

He answered, and Lila’s panicked voice flooded the line. “Felix, help me! Someone’s chasing

me!”

“Lila!” Felix’s grip tightened. “Where are you? I’ll come get you-just wait…”

“No! Don’t tear my clothes! Please, stop!” There was a final scream, then silence. The call cut out. After a split second of shock, Felix scrambled to call his team to find her.

“Quinn! Where is Lila?” He hung up and glared at her, his eyes filled with hatred. “You can take your anger out on me, but Lila never did anything to you! How could you be so cruel?”

Quinn’s gaze turned colder with every word. She sneered, “This has nothing to do with me.”

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