The sun hung low in the sky as Dean leaned against the railing of his apartment balcony. He could hear the distant hum of the city below, but his mind was miles away. Brooklyn's voice echoed in his head, sharp and clear, “I need you to get rid of her.”
It had been a casual dinner with good-tasting wine, soft music, and laughter. That’s when the topic surfaced, a discussion about their upcoming wedding. But somewhere between the appetizers and the dessert, Brooklyn managed to morph their conversation into an ultimatum.
“Dean?” Brooklyn’s tone turned serious. “I can’t move forward with this wedding while you still have ties to Janiya. We need to make this clean. You must cut her out completely.”
“What ties? I don’t have ties to that girl! I don’t see her, and I don’t talk to her. She’s in
