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CHAPTER 41.

Author: Whyte child
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 23:04:24

“Sit your fucking ass down.”

I ignore him, staring ahead at the road. Then he spits it out, the words slicing through the car like a blade.

“You’re acting like a damn whore.”

Silence crashes down. The word hangs between us, toxic and heavy. The engine purrs on, but everything else stops. I slowly turn back toward him, not exploding in rage. Just… disappointed.

Deeply, bone-weary disappointed. The streetlights flash across his face, revealing the flicker of regret that crosses his features t
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