Amber stood still for a few moments, staring at the chaos Cassie had left behind: the broken photo frame, the scattered papers, and the thick, charged air. She straightened her blouse, her hands trembling slightly with rage, but her eyes was filled with determination. She picked up her phone and dialed Nicholas immediately. He answered on the first ring.
"Amber? What's wrong?" Amber's voice was low and dangerous.
"She came here again. Cassie. We had a fight—a real one. She trashed my office." A pause, then Nicholas's voice turned hard.
"I'm coming over. Stay there." Amber hung up, her hand curling into a tight fist. No more waiting. No more defending. If Cassie wanted war, Amber would give her war.
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Cassie wasn't done yet. She drove her car to the rehab center where Caleb was receiving treatment. She knew he was the only one she could rely on for help since they both were fighting for the same thing. Caleb loved Amber, and she wanted Nicholas.
