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I got in the car, and headed back to the house.
It wasn’t the one that burned down: It was the other house -the one that hadn’t been destroyed in the fire.
When Victor and I got married, his family bought us a house, and mine bought another one.
The one that burned down was Victor’s house.
But I didn’t expect, when I turned the key and opened the door, to see not Victor and Theo…
But Celeste, wearing my pajamas and acting like she owned the place.
“I thought Victor was back.”
She pouted, muttering under her breath, then slipped on my slippers, and walked back to the living room.
That was when I saw it–the home I’d carefully picked out, the one I’d put my heart and soul into decorating, now in complete disarray.
The white carpet that I’d always kept spotless was stained with oil.
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If this had happened before, maybe I would have stood
there, letting him take out his frustration on me, knowing he was weak.
But now, all I had to do was give him a light shove, and Theo was on the floor.
“With this little strength, you think you can play the hero?”
Theo didn’t react with the same anger as before. Instead, he stared at me, looking a bit confused.
After all, before this, I never even raised my voice at him, let alone laid a hand on him. If he’d gotten a scratch, I’d be a wreck.
“You pushed me? How could you push me?”
His face was full of confusion and hurt.
Celeste quickly grabbed a box of chicken tenders. “Don’t argue with this kind of person, Theo. Here, have some chicken tenders. Don’t be upset.”
“Hmph, Cece’s the best!”
Theo grabbed the tenders from her hand and started eating with gusto
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She would be.
