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When flames engulfed our apartment complex, my partner Lucas's immediate response was to dash out and rescue his longtime friend and neighbor, Isabella Harris.
Attempting to alleviate my irritation, his companion clarified, "Lucas prioritized Isabella's safety because he felt a sense of duty towards her. Their friendship spans more than ten years. If romantic feelings existed, they would have surfaced by now."
I maintained my composure. "I may not comprehend it, but I acknowledge it. I wish them well. Please keep your explanations to yourself."

Flames, Flowers, and Fractured Trust

Suddenly, Lucas lunged forward and seized my coworker's shirt.


My associate quickly attempted to shove him away, leading to a physical altercation between them.


I watched in shock, realizing how swiftly Lucas had dismantled the life I'd carefully built.


"Lucas! Stop this madness!" I yelled, attempting to separate them but feeling overwhelmed.


A nearby security officer noticed the disturbance and hurried over, wielding his nightstick to break up the scuffle.


"What's the problem here?" the guard demanded firmly.


Lucas's once-pristine white shirt was now disheveled, and he was breathing heavily.


"I'm here to bring Harper back," Lucas declared.


I clenched my hands and retorted, "That's your place, not mine. Quit referring to it as 'ours.'"


My coworker interjected to support me. "Still bothering her after breaking up? How pitiful."


Lucas's expression shifted to one of bewilderment and anguish.


He uttered, "Our three-year relationship..."


Chapter 9