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The Fight

Author: Toria writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-31 06:26:33

Melanie's POV

Richard hesitated, searching for the right words. His silence was louder than anything he could have said.

“You can’t even defend yourself,” I said quietly.

“I called her to apologize,” he finally muttered.

I blinked, unsure if I heard him right. “Apologize?”

“Yes,” he said firmly this time. “I called her because I hurt her once, badly. I wanted to make peace, that’s all. I didn’t mean for it to sound suspicious.”

I stared at him, trying to read the truth in his face. “And you think I’ll believe that?”

“It’s the truth, Melanie.”

I shook my head, laughing weakly. “You’re unbelievable. You call your ex, the same woman who can’t stand me, and you don’t think it’s a big deal?”

“It was one call,” he said defensively. “You’re blowing it out of proportion.”

“One call can mean a lot, Richard.”

He frowned. “Are you saying you’ve never called someone from your past?”

I looked at him squarely. “No, I haven’t. Because I respect what I have.”

That hit him. His jaw tightened. For a lo
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