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Not after the vile things he said.

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 23:40:20

Ava's POV

The deafening slam of the door behind him reverberated through the silent mansion, shaking the very walls, rattling the ornate fixtures on the antique sideboards. And then, just as suddenly, an awful, heavy silence descended, pressing down on my chest until it felt like all the air had been squeezed from my lungs. It was a vacuum, a terrifying void where his furious presence had just been.

I didn't even realize, at first, that my legs had given out beneath me. One moment I was standing, a fragile sentinel against his rage, the next I was sliding, crumpling to the polished wooden floor. My back hit the cold, unyielding surface of the very door he had just stormed through, a stark reminder of his abrupt departure. I huddled there, knees drawn tightly to my chest, arms wrapped around myself in a desperate, futile attempt to hold my fractured pieces together.

But it was useless. A fool's errand.

The first sob tore from my throat, raw and agonizing, before I could even r
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