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The devil I married

Author: Khey coco
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-07-18 17:42:48

Elizabeth pov

“Lizzy!”

The sound of my name came sharp, laced with bitterness I knew all too well.

My chest tightened.

My body went still, reacting before my brain could. That voice—it dragged something dark up from inside me. I hadn’t heard it in a while, but it still felt like it had just sneered at me yesterday.

I didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. That tone had haunted me for most of my teenage years.

I turned slowly, my expression blank even though my heart beat
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