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Drake sat in his penthouse, phone in hand, stress written all over his face. The leaked photos & videos of you & him from another night that he spend with you were all over social media, & his girl had already seen them. His inbox was flooded with her angry messages, talkin' 'bout endin' things for good.
He scrolled to your name, tappin' out a quick text, his mind racin'. He wasnโt sure if he was mad at himself, the situation, or you for bein' caught in the crossfire. His chest tightened as he hit send. โYo, what we gon' do? She tryna leave me now 'cause of thisโฆโ