He was dying of curiosity. Unable to contain himself any longer, he had driven to Dylan's place, desperate for an answer.
Of course, he'd spent the afternoon speculating. After thinking it over and over, he had settled on one conclusion: Dylan had said it just to provoke Bianca.
It all came down to his theory that men retained a sense of possession over their ex-girlfriends. They felt a sense of 'loss' after a breakup, leading them to say hurtful things they didn't mean just to get a reaction.
"It was fake, right?" Jude said, letting out a long breath of relief, confident in his own reasoning. "You just said it to get under Bianca's skin. There's no way you could actually like Noreen."
"Who told you it was fake?" Dylan replied after taking a long drink of water. His voice was slow and measured, each word delivered with an unprecedented certainty.
Jude's mind went blank for a second, then a roaring sound filled his ears. It felt like his brain was about to explode. He was utterly shocked. Hearing it over the phone was one thing, but hearing Dylan say it to his face was a whole different level of stunning.
His mouth hung open, but no words came out.
"What about Bianca?" Jude finally managed to ask, his first thought still of her. "She was with you for six years! How many six years does a person get in their life?"
Dylan's voice was cold and detached, his expression equally remote. "You believe everything she says?"
"But…" Jude struggled to articulate his thoughts, wanting to defend her but finding himself at a loss for words.
It was Dylan who spoke first. "You were going to say she followed me abroad, spent six years there with me, and that her love runs deep, right?" He said this with a chilling, sarcastic edge to his voice. "Except I was in Xandia, and she was in Borealia. We barely saw each other once a year. Are you sure she was following *me*?"

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