*Loveth's POV*
I was sweeping the floor when I heard it—Miracle's voice, low but sharp, in the backroom.
She didn't know I was nearby. Or maybe she didn't care.
"…she thinks he actually likes her. Cute."
A pause.
Then laughter.
I leaned closer, my heart thudding.
"She has no idea Ethan used to date me. And if she did, well… let's just say her little crush would collapse faster than her flat ironed wig."
I froze.
What?
Ethan and Miracle?
My chest tightened. I didn't want to believe it—but Miracle didn't lie to herself. She weaponized truth.
When she walked out moments later, our eyes met. She didn't flinch.
She smiled.
"You good, babe?"
"Great," I lied.
But inside, I was burning.
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*Ethan's POV*
I walked into the salon mid-afternoon, noticing how Loveth barely looked at me.
Something was off. Cold. Sharp.
"Did I do something?" I asked, quietly, when we were alone.
She didn't answer right away.
Just stared at me like I was someone else.
"Were you ever with Miracle?" she asked.
Silence.
I blinked, once. Twice.
I should've lied.
I should've softened the truth.
But I didn't.
"Yes," I said finally. "A long time ago. It ended. She just… never liked losing."
Loveth stepped back, nodding slowly. "So I'm a rebound?"
"No," I said, fast. "Not even close."
She didn't speak again. Just walked away.
And I knew… Miracle had just made her first real move.
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*Miracle's POV*
Now it begins.
They thought they could dance around me.
But I was never the background character.
I'm the plot twist.
And no one survives me clean.
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