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After the FaceTime call with Travis, Sadé sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her phone still clutched in her hand. She wasn’t angry—how could she be? If anything, she felt… numb. Travis admitting to cheating didn’t shock her, not when she’d been carrying her own secrets for months. She sighed, running a hand through her braids before picking up her phone again.
“Can you meet me in the garage behind my house?” she typed and hit send.
The garage was her family’s forgotten corner, more of a storage spot than a functional space. It felt private enough for what she needed to say. Marco’s reply came almost immediately: “15 minutes.”
Seventeen minutes later, Marco stepped into the dimly lit garage. His usual swagger was evident, but his expression softened when he saw
