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A Dance with vows

Penulis: Jay_Chula
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-02-07 22:58:00

(Olivia’s POV)

The screen flashed, the grainy video looping in my mind even after it stopped playing and one part of me really wished I had watched wrong or it was just a dream but it wasn’t. My body felt heavy, as though every ounce of strength had been drained from me.

Armando.

The man who told and cried to me he loved me. The man who swore he’d protect me. The man who looked into my eyes and made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.

And yet, there he was. His hands on another woman, his lips brushing against hers with the same tenderness he once showed me. My heart! Shattered!

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it wouldn’t budge. My chest felt tight, each breath a struggle as the betrayal sank in and I instantly felt dizzy. My legs couldn’t hold me up anymore as everything around me was spinning.

“Olivia,” Celeste’s voice was soft, almost pitiful. “I’m sorry you had to see
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