Arielle POV
It was Monday.
The house was quiet again. No laughter in the backyard. No crackling fire from the braai pit. No clinking glasses, no Mom’s sing-alongs with Soraya while peeling onions, and no giggling over most of the things like she did.
Everything would have been okay with me if she hadn’t just stolen the heart of the man I—
I shook that thought off like it was poison to my mind.
He didn’t belong to me.
He never did.
But God, I still felt like he should’ve.
I pressed my forehead against the cool bathroom cabinet for a second, eyes closed, trying to get a grip.
The whole weekend I’d played my role very well—invisible Arielle.
Just the quiet girl in the background, who laughed when someone else laughed, who nodded and smiled like her heart wasn’t breaking for reasons
