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GENEVIEVE'S POV

“You’re not moving out, Genevieve.”

I snapped my head up to glare at Weston. “You must be joking,” I said before turning my attention back to my half-packed suitcase.

“I’m not joking.” Weston said, his voice stern. “So save yourself the stress and put your clothes back in the closet.”

I huffed out a breath and sat on my bed, eyeing him. “I’ve been here for weeks, Weston. Weeks.” I