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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6 — The Breaking Point

Friday night came, and Zay was gone.

Not in a "went to the studio" way, not in a "with the boys" way. Just… gone.

No calls. No texts. His phone ringing straight to voicemail.

By Saturday, Diamond's chest felt like it was full of static. Every scenario she'd been avoiding played in her head on repeat — Zay laughing in someone else's ear, Zay's hoodie on a body that wasn't hers, Zay's mouth saying "baby" to a woman who didn't have her name.

Tasha tried to talk her down over FaceTime. "He's playing with you, Dee. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you sweat."

But by Sunday night, Diamond wasn't just sweating. She was boiling.

That's when she saw it — a tagged story from a downtown party.

The camera panned across flashing lights, sweaty bodies dancing, and then stopped on a familiar profile. Zay, leaning against the bar. Laughing.

And next to him, like a nightmare in heels, was Oriana.

Diamond's blood went cold. She didn't remember grabbing her keys. Didn't remember the drive. Only the sound of her heart pounding against her ribs as she walked into the venue, the bass shaking the floor under her feet.

The smell of liquor and sweat hit her first, then the wave of heat from the crowd. She pushed through until she found the bar.

And there they were.

Zay's hand was on Oriana's waist, his mouth close to her ear like he was telling her something private. Oriana looked up mid-laugh — and her smile froze when she saw Diamond.

The music didn't stop, but in Diamond's head, everything went silent.

Her eyes locked on Zay.

"Really?"

He looked caught for the first time in a long time. "Dee, listen—"

"No. You listen," she said, stepping forward. "You had me out here questioning myself, changing myself, thinking I wasn't enough… and for what? For her?"

Oriana tilted her head, smirking. "Funny, I didn't know you two were still a thing."

That was the last straw.

Diamond didn't know if she wanted to scream, cry, or swing. All she knew was the war she'd been fighting in her head was now out in the open — and she was done playing defense.

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