"Pick one, Evan. Me or her."
Clarissa’s voice cut through the air like a dagger. She stood tall, facing him with cruel confidence.
Evan looked between us—at her, then at me. His jaw clenched, and I could see his chest rising and falling faster.
"This is insane," I spat. "You can’t make him choose like this."
"Oh, but I can," Clarissa said sweetly. "And he will."
Evan didn’t say a word. He just looked at me speechless—and I knew why.
He was angry.
“Evan,” I stepped forward, but he stepped back. “Please. You can't let Clarissa manipulate you again for the second time. You can't succumb to her cruel demand."
"I will, and I will do that right now."
"Why? Why would you do this again, Evan?"
"You really asked me why? Fine. I will tell you why. Why did you keep Leo away from me all this
