Chapter 221

Cecilia's pov Then, her cheeks flushed crimson. "How dare you!" Amara hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "You don't need to twist the knife, Cecilia. Fine, I'm not his favorite anymore. You got me fired so you could have him all to yourself. Enjoy your moment in the spotlight while it lasts. Soon enough, you'll be the ex too!" "Valid point," I agreed, nodding with exaggerated sincerity. That shut her up. She clearly hadn't expected me to agree. She stood there, mouth slightly open, argument dying on her lips. With each interaction, I was becoming increasingly convinced that Amara wasn't the master manipulator I'd initially pegged her for. No clever schemes, no brilliant machinations. Throw a few verbal punches her way, and she folded like cheap lingerie. Her only real talent seemed to be an Olympic-level ability to cry on command. I almost felt sorry for her. "Look, Amara," I sighed, setting down my fork. "Maybe you need to stop defining yourself as 'the ex.' The w