Nova snorted. *He thinks he can fix everything with a stupid bag? Pathetic.*
I placed the box aside, shaking my head. “He thinks I’m a fool.”
*He’s not just fooling you,* Nova growled. *There’s someone else. Lila.* Her voice was harsh, but I knew she was right. Deep down, I had always known.
As I scrolled through my phone, my heart skipped a beat when I came across Lila’s social media account. Her latest posts were casual, just random clips of her day, but something about them gnawed at me.
I clicked on one of the videos, watching closely as she showed off her outfit of the day. Then I saw it—the room behind her, the bed, the window. It was all too familiar.
“That’s my house,” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief. “She’s been here.”
*She’s been here while you were gone,* Nova snarled. *She’s been right under your nose this whole time.*
I scrolled through more of her posts, and my blood ran cold when I noticed the little details. The handbag on her arm, the bracelet around her wrist, even the hair clips she wore—they were all things Braxton had bought for me.
“He’s been giving her my things,” I muttered, my hands shaking with anger. “She’s been taking everything.”