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Lyla's POV

"What are you doing, Lyla?"

I turned to see Henry looking at me intensely while standing at the door. I ignored his question and continued packing up my clothes. I moved to the wardrobe and brought out a new suitcase for my sneakers, heels, and sandals.

"I asked you a question, Lyla?" He yelled, making me stop in my tracks.

"I'm leaving Henry. I can't stay here