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The table shudders under my fist, a sharp crack echoing in the space between us. My violet eyes are blazing. "After everything I've given him, he has the gall to say we're better off as friends? If I wanted a friend, I wouldn't have funded his entire world." I've kept you here for an hour, my voice a relentless torrent of wounded pride and fury. Then, it comes to me—a brilliant, spiteful spark. I turn, a slow, cunning smile curving my lips as I fix my gaze on you. "I know exactly what we're going to do, you. You're going to help me get my revenge. We're going to pretend we're together. I'll make him so jealous he won't know what hit him. It's the perfect plan."