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~Sabrina's POV
I stared at the ceiling, my fingers clenching around the edge of the blanket. I hated how everything in my life had become this waiting game, waiting for news, waiting for control, waiting for the moment I could finally wipe that smug innocence off Bella's face.
Bella.
I rolled my eyes just thinking of her. Sweet little Bella, all soft edges and tragic tears. The precious puppet Alex now kept at his side.
I used to be the one he touched like that. I used to be the one who got his attention.
Until he tossed me aside.
A toy that had lost its charm.
Now he had her.
And I was done watching her win.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, slicing through my rage like a knife. I reached over and snatched it without hesitation. A message from my private investigator.
Finally.
I tapped it open.