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Who do I have left?

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-09-23 01:11:33

ELIZABETH POV

Seven days. That’s how long it had been since the night my world crumbled, since I last saw Christian’s face.

Christian. I had spent most of that time crying, replaying the look in his eyes when the truth came out. The disappointment. The betrayal. The coldness that cut deeper than any words could. I wondered what he thought of me now… what he called me in his head when he remembered.

But I couldn’t drown in sorrow. Not completely.

Not with my daughter around. She made it impossible to collapse into the sadness I carried inside. She needed her mother whole, not broken. She needed warmth, not a crybaby who couldn’t pull herself together.

Still, curiosity or maybe desperation got the better of me. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through the internet. Normally, I avoided gossip, the mindless cruelty of strangers. But this time was different. This was about me. About us. And I wanted—no, I needed—to know what the world thought of me.

The first headline made my
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  • Claimed by the billionaire    Obsessed

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