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Kaaya’s breath was ragged.
Her world tilted on its axis, but she refused to let herself fall.
She wrenched her wrist free from Dev’s grip and staggered back.
“You never left me?” she repeated, mocking him, daring him. “Then what, Dev? I imagined those five years alone? I hallucinated the heartbreak? The humiliation?”
Dev’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.
For a moment, just a fraction of a second, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? But it was gone before she could grasp it.
His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in it.
“Believe what you want,” he said, voice cold, detached the Dev Raichand she had learned to loathe. “You always did, anyway.”
Kaaya felt her nails dig into her palm. How dare he?
Her mother’s funeral, the ashes slipping
