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Chapter 104: Truth Half-Told

Penulis: David Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-20 21:12:13

Mariella’s POV

As I walked upstairs, I heard his footsteps trail behind me. I really didn't want to talk to him, not in the mood I currently was. I knew I would snap and redirect my anger at Sophia towards him instead. And I didn't want that.

The doors hadn’t fully closed before I turned. He walked in after me. And since it had come to this, I just let him have it.

“What the hell was that?” I asked. He didn't respond immediately. He just stood there, looking at me. I could tell he was choosing
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