I Deleted You Traitor Even My Blade Forgot Your Name novel Chapter 50

Chapter 8

ate that night, I walked through the door.

first thing I saw?

Hanna. Standing there. Completely naked. Right in front of Zach.

he second he saw me, Zach lunged for a shirt and threw it over her.

he pressed herself into his chest, voice all breathy.

Nora, I was just modeling.”

didn’t answer.

Valked straight past them to the bedroom.

his time? I wasn’t coming back.

tore through every drawer, every closet.

he bracelet. My mom’s bracelet. Gone.

always kept it in the same spot.

Nora, whatcha looking for?”

ianna’s voice floated over, all innocent.

looked up.

he was leaning against the doorframe. Wearing MY pajamas.

nd twirling MY MOM’S BRACELET around her fingers.

Give. It. Back.”

moved fast.

ut Gianna’s face crumpled like I’d just slapped her. She bit her lip.

just thought it was pretty! I didn’t mean-”

ne held it out.

ight before my fingers touched it?

he dropped it.

RASH.

he bracelet shattered across the floor.

ears flooded her eyes immediately.

Text second, she stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear.

You’ll see soon enough who he really loves.”

Your Name

Chapter 8

I shoved her aside, Dropped to my knees, hands shaking as I grabbed at the pieces.

“I’m so sorry. Nora!”

Gianna started full on crying, sinking to the floor like she was wounded. “You’re so mad–that’s why you pushed mer

That’s what Zach walked in on.

His face went dark.

He rushed over, pulled Gianna up, then rounded on me.

“It’s just a BRACELET. I’ll buy you ten new ones.”

Shards sliced into my palm. Blood mixed with the broken jade.

I looked up at him.

“Zach. You KNOW that was my mom’s. It’s all I have left of her.”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

Just picked Gianna up and carried her into the bedroom.

As he passed me, his voice was ice:

“Go stay somewhere else for a while. Cool down. Gianna doesn’t want you

Then we’re done.” I said.

Zach was rubbing Gianna’s ankle.

His back was to me. When he heard that, he froze for half a second.

Then: “Whatever.”

I gathered the broken pieces. My documents. My stuff.

Headed downstairs.

On my way out, I spotted it.

A painting. Unfinished.

The girl in it wore a ruby necklace.

had one exactly like it.

Except Zach had HERS custom–made.

Mine? Afterthought. Picked it up on the side.

The face in the painting was still blank.

Didn’t matter anymore.

I dropped the keys on the entry table.

And walked out.

here.”