Chapter Twenty one.

Emily's Pov

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I walked around the house, looking for Charia, hoping to act according to the plans in my head. I dearly hoped she hadn't traced Ryder's scent to the backyard.

When I saw her standing alone in a corner, my heart lit with joy. The weight of the plan hung heavily upon my shoulders as I approached Charia, my heart pounding in my chest. It was crucial to gain her trust, to ensure that she believed my every word. After all I was Ryder's ex, Ryder's fuck buddy, his sex mate. His former -another half. The mask of concern settled upon my face as I carefully chose my words.

"Charia, I couldn't help but notice that something is wrong with the man inside," I said, my voice laced with a mix of genuine worry and falsified curiosity.

"Charia I know you might not believe me, but I promise, something is wrong somewhere," I said again, reaching where she stood. She turned over to me with a lot of concern on her face. I could see the worry in Charia's eyes. Her eyes were already swol