“Ananya, I am so sorry,” I started, the tears already blurring my vision. “Five years ago—”

“Five years ago?” she interrupted. She looked at the bracelet. Then she looked at me. “Priya, Dev told me he lost this bracelet in college.”

I froze.

“What?” I said.

Ananya opened the heavy silver links. She turned the bracelet over to show me the inside band. There was an engraving I had never noticed in five years of hiding it.

“He told me he lost it in college,” Ananya repeated, her voice turning into ice. “Because this is the bracelet his first fiancée gave him. The one he supposedly broke up with before he met me.”

I stared at the silver metal.

The engraving said: *To Dev. Forever yours, Maya. 2017.*

2017. The year he started dating Ananya. The year before he slept with me.

I looked at my sister. The woman I thought I had betrayed. The woman who was currently putting the pieces together of a man who didn’t just cheat once.

He didn’t make a mistake with me. He didn’t have a moment of weakness. He used me. He used Maya. He used Ananya. He was a man who collected women and kept them isolated with his lies.

The doorbell rang. It was Dev, arriving for Thanksgiving dinner, carrying a pie and smiling that calm, unbothered smile.

Ananya looked at the door. Then she looked at the bracelet.

She closed her hand over the silver metal, slipped it into her pocket, and walked toward the entryway.

I stood frozen by the kitchen island while she opened the front door.

“Hey baby,” Dev said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Traffic was terrible on 90. Is Priya in a bad mood yet?”

He walked into the kitchen, set the pie on the counter, and gave me his usual knowing, patronizing look.

Ananya didn’t hug him. She closed the door, walked back into the kitchen, and stood next to me.