#Chapter 133: He’s Mine

I stepped into my apartment, the familiar scent of home and solitude wrapping around me like a comforting shroud. The day had been emotionally taxing, with the turmoil of my recent encounters with Scarlett still fresh in my mind. All I wanted was a moment of peace, a chance to collect my thoughts and find some solace in the quiet of my own space. But as I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, I sensed that something was amiss. The air in the apartment felt heavy, charged with an unsettling energy. My instincts tingled with unease. I turned to find Aria standing nearby. She looked shell-shocked, her face pale and stiff. "Evie," she began, her voice hesitant, "there's someone here to see you." I furrowed my brow, puzzled by the hesitancy in her tone. "Who is it?" Before Aria could respond, the source of the unease made herself known. Stella Fitzgerald, with an air of entitlement, stepped out from the shadows of my living room. "Hello, Evie," Stella said, her voice