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    Rachel’s words hit Tracy like a punch to the gut. Her eyes went nk, and she shook her head slowly, unable to believe it.


    “Now that you’ve seen it all, just leave me alone,” Rachel said tly as she buttoned her blouse.


    Just as she was about to walk away, Tracy suddenly rushed at her, acting as if she had lost control. She grabbed at Rachel’s clothes, yanking and twisting them roughly.


    “It’s all a lie, all of it!” she yelled. “You’re lying, right? Brian loves me; he couldn’t possibly sleep with you.”


    Without hesitation, Rachel shoved her away. Surprised by the force, Tracy stumbled and fell to the floor, shaking herself back to reality.


    She stood up, giving Rachel a smug, defeated smile, as if she were in control.


    “So what if it’s true? Have you ever heard that men separate love from physical needs? Brian being with you isn’t for love; it’s just to satisfy his needs. He only loves me. When you had your ident, he stayed by my side the whole time,” she said smugly.


    Rachel froze, her mind going nk. During her ident? Brian hadn’t visited her, though. But maybe he was just busy with work, right?


    “Is that really what happened?” Rachel asked.


    Tracy tossed a stack of papers at Rachel. “These are my hospital records. If you don’t believe me, check them yourself. Rachel, you’ll never win. To Brian, you’re just a temporary sexual partner.”


    With that, Tracy walked out, acting like she had won.


    When the meeting resumed, Rachel lookedpletely distracted. Her clothes were damp, and she felt the chill settling in. By the time the meeting wrapped up, she was feeling lightheaded.


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    As everyone else left, Brian stayed behind.


    “You look pale. Are you feeling okay?” He reached to check her forehead, but she dodged it.


    “It’s nothing, just cold in here. I’ll be fine once I leave.”


    Brian seemed like he wanted to stay with her, but Tracy walked in and spoke sharply, “Mr. White, you have an appointment in thirty minutes. You should go.”


    “Got it,” he replied.


    Not wanting to hold him back, Rachel softly said, “You should go.”


    “If you’re not feeling well, just tell me.”


    “Okay.”


    Rachel walked back to her office, feeling a chill that made her shiver. She pushed through until the end of the day, eagerly anticipating going home and finally rxing. Just as she was about to leave, Trey walked in unexpectedly.


    “Rachel, got a minute after work? I need to talk to you about something important.”


    Seeing the serious look on his face, Rachel nodded. “Of course.”


    “I’ll text you the details.”


    “Alright.”


    They decided to meet at seven, so Rachel left at six-thirty. By the time she arrived, Trey had already ordered. A quick nce at the table revealed it was loaded with her favorite food.


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