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Nothing Left to Keep

作者: Oma
last update 公開日: 2026-04-17 19:23:11

Celestine came back to the penthouse at ten thirty in the morning.

She stood outside the door for a long time before she went in. Her key was in her hand but she couldn't make herself put it in the lock. Because once she opened that door, once she stepped inside, it would be real. All of it. The affair. The baby. The end of her marriage. The end of everything she had spent three years trying to build.

But she couldn't stand in the hallway forever. So she took a deep breath and she put the key
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Lynne
If this story leading to termination of the baby in her stomach, I will stop reading this story because this baby is a blessing from God. If she doesn’t want to be pregnant why they didn’t used the protection so no baby to get killed ...
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Jhoyen Domingo
ANG DAMING PALIGOY LIGOY!!
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