Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Mason stood there, completely stunned, staring at her in disbelief.

It hit him like a ton of bricks that he had never really known Tiffanie. She wasn't the carefree spirit he'd always thought she was.

Tiffanie slid the bracelet off her wrist. It was a gift from Mason when she first came to North America. He'd said it was a token from his mom to give to his future wife, a symbol of love shared between his mother and Everett. They were each other's first love, and among the many tokens of affection, this bracelet had, ironically, ended up with Tiffanie.

She handed it back to Mason, who just stood there, staring, before he threw it to the ground. The bracelet shattered, pieces flying everywhere.

The room was so quiet that the sound of the breaking bracelet seemed deafening.

Tiffanie let out a sigh, her smile bitter. "Well, trash needs to be thrown out eventually. Your mom would probably regret giving you this if she knew," she said with a smirk.

Mason felt a wave of nausea at her smile, a sickening urge to vomit rising up.

Without another glance at her, he marched into the bathroom and vomited into the sink.

Tiffanie heard the retching and knew she had made him sick to his stomach. But it didn't matter; tonight, everything was ending.

Before leaving, she noticed the roses on the table. She quickly grabbed two and slipped them into her bag, making her exit before Mason could come back.

When Mason returned, the shattered bracelet was the only trace of Tiffanie left. He collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling until he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent

sobs.

The room felt even more silent, filled only with the low, suppressed sounds of a wounded soul.

That same night, Tiffanie called the movers, but Mason had acted even faster. Within an hour, he had sold the apartment. It was as if they were in a twisted competition to see who could be more ruthless. After hearing from the movers, Tiffanie decided to go back to the apartment one last time.

It was exactly as she had left it. The kitchen, always spotless thanks to Mason, was still pristine. She opened the fridge to find an untouched cake. They had planned to eat it together while watching a movie that night-a plan now forgotten.

"What items are you moving?" the movers asked, waiting at the door.

Tiffanie didn't answer right away. She walked over to where the shattered bracelet lay, a stark reminder of their confrontation. Mason had cherished that bracelet, a keepsake from his mother.

Bending down, Tiffanie gathered the pieces, trying to put them back together, but one piece was missing. She found it in the trash, wrapped the broken bracelet in tissue, and placed it in her bag. At the door, she told the movers, "I've paid you. There's nothing to move for now. The apartment's been sold, and the new owner will handle the rest."

It was an unusual request, but the movers couldn't argue with a paid job.

As Tiffanie rode the elevator down,

she clutched the broken pieces in

her bag, the sharp edges cutting into her skin. Blood trickled from her hand, but her expression remained unreadable, lost in thought