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    He swayed on his feet, his eyes unfocused as he stared at me.


    “Makenna, you still have feelings for me, huh? Is that why you’re following me around?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Frank’s narcissistic remarks drew a mocking chuckle from me. I sneered, my tone icy. “Flirting with women in a bar while you’re married? Who in their right mind would pine for a man who’s already proven he can’t be trusted?”


    His face twisted in anger. “Do you think I want this?” Frank growled, his frustration bubbling over. “Jessica’s a nightmare! Always picking fights, never caring or gentle!”


    His drunken eyes softened as theynded on me, regret written all over his face. “Makenna, I messed up. I see it now—you were the best thing that ever happened to me. Can we go back? Can we start over?”


    But his regret didn’t spark any satisfaction in me—only disgust. This weak, selfish man, always shirking responsibility… How had I not seen through him before?


    I tried to push Frank away, but he clung to me like a drowning man grasping at straws, babbling, “Makenna, please, let’s make up. I miss you so much. I really, really miss you.”


    Our struggle drew a crowd, curious onlookers pausing to watch the scene unfold, their eyes wide with interest. Their attention only fueled my irritation. I raised my hand, intending to p some sense into Frank, but a shrill voice cut through the air.


    “What do you think you’re doing?”


    That voice—I knew it too well. I frowned instinctively as I turned to see Jessica hobbling toward us, Irene following closely behind.


    Frank sobered up at the sight of them, quickly letting me go and trying to shift the me. “I didn’t do anything! She’s the one flirting with me! I’m drunk. I don’t even know what’s going on!”


    “Flirting with you?” Iughed bitterly, disgusted by his shamelessness, which seemed to know no bounds.


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    “Makenna, you slut! You have no shame!” Jessica shrieked, her face twisted in fury. “First, you steal my opportunity to live the high life in the pce, and now you’re trying to steal my husband!”


    Irene added with a venomous sneer, “Jessica’s your sister. How could you do this to her?”


    Their usations quickly fueled the gossip of the onlookers, who began whispering amongst themselves.


    “She looks so innocent, but she’s after her own sister’s husband?”


    “Yeah, what a slut.”


    Their judgmental chatter didn’t faze me. I red at Jessica, my voice dripping with contempt. “Weren’t you the one who stole him from me in the first ce? Let’s not forget, Frank was my mate first, wasn’t he?”


    Jessica’s bravado faltered, her eyes darting around as she struggled to find a retort. But I didn’t give her the chance. “Only you would hold onto a womanizer like him,” I said, grabbing Frank’s cor and yanking it down to reveal a hickey. I smirked. “This piece of trash has been with countless women. Trust me, I have no interest.”


    Jessica’s eyes locked onto the hickey, her face draining of color. She shrieked and lunged at Frank, her hands wing at him. “You bastard! How could you do this to me?”


    She was a whirlwind of fury, her hands tearing at him as she raged. “I got a message from a friend saying they saw you here with another woman. I didn’t believe it, but they were right!”


    “You crazy witch! If you weren’t such a nightmare, maybe I wouldn’t have to look elsewhere!” Frank shot back, his voice rising above the chaos.


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