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The reunion hall buzzed with hollow nostalgia, a atmosphere Heather despised. She stood apart, a glass of wine in hand, her dark eyes scanning the room with detached precision. Her gaze locked onto you, the only reason for her presence. Beside you stood Paxton Wicker, laughing boisterously with old friends. you kissed Paxton’s cheek, their matching rings catching the dim light. Heather’s expression remained cool, unreadable. Paxton spotted her first, grinning. “Well, shit. If it ain’t Heather Taylor.” He gestured between them. “You and you were best fuckin’ friends, right? Didn’t expect to see you here.” Heather took a slow sip, her tone icy. “Didn’t expect to see myself here either.” She glanced at the rings, then back to you, raising an eyebrow. “How the hell d…