*Loveth's POV*
I didn't cry.
Not once.
But something inside me went quiet after Ethan's confession—like a door had slammed shut and locked from the inside.
It wasn't the past that hurt me. It was the silence.
He should've told me.
He let Miracle have that power instead.
Now I saw it all differently. The balcony. The "almost" moment. The way Miracle looked at me like I was wearing her lipstick.
It wasn't just jealousy.
It was ownership.
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Ethan asked if we could talk after closing. I said yes.
I didn't mean it.
So I left early.
I needed space. And more than that, I needed to remind myself who I was before this mess—before salons, secrets, and soft smiles that meant war.
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*Ethan's POV*
She was gone when I walked out.
No text. No call. Just… gone.
It wasn't the first time I saw someone walk away from me, but this one cut different.
Because I cared.
Too much, maybe.
I stood in the empty salon, replaying every choice I'd made.
Was it wrong not to tell her about Miracle? Probably.
But I wasn't trying to lie. I was trying to protect her.
Now it might be too late for either.
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*Miracle's POV*
Loveth didn't show up the next morning.
I didn't ask why. I knew.
I made her doubt him, and that was enough.
But what they don't know is…
I'm not finished.
I haven't even touched the real secret yet.
The one that could ruin *both* of them.
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