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Sorry Isn’t Enough

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-09-08 23:26:07

​ISABELLE'S POV:

​I stood completely frozen, staring at the man occupying my doorway.

​Damon Varek. The boy I had loved with every fiber of my being. The boy whose heart I had shattered into a million pieces. The boy who had vanished into the night and returned as an absolute stranger.

​He was so much taller than I remembered, broader across the shoulders, and far more imposing. The eight years apart had completely transformed him from a lean, gentle teenager into a hardened man who commanded t
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