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“Chloe, I swear I didn’t tell him; he already knew,” I repeat as Chloe stands there, her expression morphing to one I can’t decipher, and I open my mouth to ask her to say something but she abruptly turns on her heels and storms towards the door.
“Chloe!” I call out, running after her, but she doesn’t answer and slams the door shut in my face. I open it and call out to her again as she slides inside her car, repeating that I didn’t tell Fabrice, adding that he heard from their father, but she ignores me and reverses out of the driveway with screeching tires, leaving me standing there.
Damit! I knew this would be a mess. Heading back inside, I walk to my kitchen and plop on one of the stools. I don’t know how long I sit there, defeated when my doorbe
