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My entire world collapsed, and I was standing there listening to him in terror when Ryan told me everything. I couldn’t imagine how a person could be this vile. I know Jackson, but I never thought even he would do something like this.
Ryan also told me how if it wasn’t for Vian that would have succeeded. He also apologized for lying to me about the call with his mom and confessed that he was Nina that night because she asked for his help.
“I just didn’t want you to misunderstand. That’s why I lied. I am sorry Ava.” He said with regret.
“Why?” I asked Jackson looking at him in disbelief. I still couldn’t believe what I heard, and I wanted to know why Jackson did what he did, after all, I am his best friend’s girlfriend.
He snorted and chuckled like it was some kind of a joke. “Why? I just wanted you out of our lives.” He spat with venom in his words.
“I lost my best friend because of you and I lost my girlfriend because of my best friend.” Jack
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