Jake hit the Walmart on Georgesville Road, eyeing the toy aisle until he spotted it: a pregnant Barbie, deluxe edition with a big belly. Flawless face—big eyes, perfect lips, plastic perfection. He smirked driving to Hilltop, already picturing Emma’s face. She’d never measure up. Just a nobody from nowhere. In the parking lot, he grinned, ready to drop his little bomb—imagining the sting when he slammed it down on the table. Being her puppet master? That was his thrill.
But as he stepped inside, Emma was already there. Her smirk was ice. Her eyes, sharper than razors. – “Here to say goodbye, huh?” she said, like a punch. – “Home sweet home, babe,” he shot back. “Oh, and I’ve got a gift—just for you.” He reached into the bag, but Emma didn’t flinch. She smiled. – “Funny!” she said. “I’ve got a gift too.” Jake froze! Just like that, the game flipped…
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