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The bass from the party throbbed through my body as I stood alone by the wall, nursing a warm beer I hadn't touched in twenty minutes. My eyes scanned the crowded living room of the off-campus house, searching for Leo's familiar face among the gyrating bodies. "He's just getting drinks," I muttered to myself, checking my phone again. No messages. Chloe bumped her hip against mine, her eyebrows raised in question. "Still waiting for Prince Charming to return with your beverage?" "Very funny," I laughed weakly. "He said he'd be right back." "Twenty minutes ago," Chloe reminded me, taking a sip of her vodka cranberry. "Want me to send out a search party?" I was about to respond when the crowd parted, and Leo appeared, two red plastic cups in hand. Relief washed over me until I caught a glimpse of his hair—slightly disheveled—and something about his expression seemed off. Too casual. Too practiced. "There you are," he said, handing me one of the cups. "Sorry it took so long. The line at the keg was insane." I took the cup, our fingers brushing briefly. "No problem." But as he leaned in to kiss my cheek, something hit me—a scent that didn't belong. Sweet, floral, and unmistakably expensive. My stomach dropped instantly. "Is that..." I started, then stopped myself. The perfume was distinctive—jasmine with hints of vanilla and something muskier. I'd smelled it before, clinging to the queen bee herself. "Is that what?" Leo asked, his smile faltering slightly. "You smell like..." I hesitated again, watching his eyes carefully. "Like flowers or something." "Oh." He laughed, running a hand through his hair—the same hand that had touched her, I realized with a sickening jolt. "Must be from that girl I bumped into by the bar. Spilled her drink all over me." The lie came so easily to his lips that I almost believed him. Almost. "Seraphina?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. His eyes widened fractionally before he recovered. "No, some freshman I don't know." I nodded slowly, taking a deliberate sip of my beer to hide the tremor in my hands. Inside, my heart was racing, each beat hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. "Elara?" Leo's voice pulled me back. "You okay? You look weird." "I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just tired." I wasn't fine. I was crumbling inside, but I refused to let him see it. Not here. Not now. "Let's dance," he suggested, reaching for my hand. "I need some air first," I said, gently pulling away. "Too hot in here." Before he could protest, I slipped away, moving through the packed party toward the back door. I needed space to think, to breathe, to decide what to do. But instead of heading outside, I found myself climbing the stairs. If Leo was lying about where he'd been, maybe I could find evidence. Maybe I could prove to myself that I was just being paranoid. The second floor was quieter, with dimmer lighting and fewer people. I moved silently past a couple making out against the wall, their hands tangled in each other's hair. The sight made my stomach turn. Three doors lined the hallway. One was open—a bathroom with someone vomiting inside. Another was closed but had music playing loudly behind it. The third was slightly ajar, with a sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway. I approached it slowly, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. Through the gap, I could see bookshelves lining the walls—the study. "Someone might come up here," a female voice whispered, sending ice through my veins. "I don't care," a male voice replied—Leo's voice. I pushed the door open just enough to see inside. They were by the window, silhouetted against the moonlight. Seraphina's back was pressed against the bookshelf, her arms wrapped around Leo's neck. His hands were on her waist, sliding lower with each passing second. "You're so much more fun than Julian," she murmured against his lips. "He's always so... proper." Leo chuckled, a sound I once thought was charming but now made me sick. "And boring?" "The absolute most," she agreed, tilting her head back as his lips traced a path down her throat. I stood frozen, unable to move, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. My boyfriend—the man I'd trusted completely—was betraying me with the most popular girl on campus. Slowly, I reached for my phone with trembling fingers. The camera seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as I raised it, aiming through the gap in the door. "What if someone finds us?" Leo asked, his voice husky with desire. "No one's looking for us," Seraphina replied confidently. "Elara's probably still waiting by the bar, and Julian never notices anything." The flash was off—thank God—but the sound of the shutter still seemed deafening in the quiet room. I snapped photo after photo, my hands shaking so badly that some were blurry, but others were painfully clear. In one, Seraphina's fingers tangled in Leo's hair as they kissed passionately. In another, his hand slid beneath her top, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The final photo showed them pressed against the bookshelf, books scattered on the floor where they'd fallen. Evidence. Cold, hard evidence of their betrayal. I backed away silently, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Somehow, I made it down the stairs and out the back door without being noticed. The cool night air hit my face as I stumbled into the backyard, gasping for breath. Tears blurred my vision as I ran, not caring who saw or what they thought. Back at my dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, still clutching my phone. The photos were there—irrefutable proof of what they'd done. "Elara?" Chloe's voice came from the doorway. "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost." I couldn't speak at first, just handed her my phone. She scrolled through the photos, her expression hardening with each one. "That bastard," she whispered, sitting beside me on the bed. "And Seraphina... ugh, of all people." "She said Julian never notices anything," I repeated numbly. "They think we're all stupid." Chloe put her arm around me as the first tear slid down my cheek. Then another. And another. "Hey," she said softly. "This sucks, but you're stronger than this. You're better than him." I nodded mechanically, staring at the phone in my hand. The photos burned into my memory—every touch, every kiss, every betrayal. "I'm going to make them pay," I whispered, my voice hoarse from unshed tears. "Both of them." Chloe looked at me sharply. "What are you planning?" I met her gaze, feeling something cold and unfamiliar settle in my chest. "Seraphina thinks she can take whatever she wants because she's the queen bee. Well, I'm going to show her what happens when someone takes what's hers." "How?" I swiped to the last photo—Seraphina's smug smile as she clung to Leo. "Julian Thorne is her pride and joy, isn't he? The perfect boyfriend from the perfect family?" "Elara," Chloe warned, "you're thinking about revenge." "Not revenge," I corrected, a plan forming in my mind. "Justice." I stared at the phone in my hand, at the evidence of betrayal that had shattered my world. But as the tears dried on my cheeks, something else took their place—determination. "Julian Thorne," I whispered again, tasting the name on my tongue. "I think I'm going to get to know him better."

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