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EMILIA

For once in Zane Whitmoore’s life, he looks genuinely speechless.

And I can’t even blame him. I’m just as surprised at my own outburst as he is. Deep down, I know it isn’t just about him — it’s everything. The torment of these past few weeks, the exhaustion, the way I’ve been stretched thin. The normal Emilia — his pushover ex-fiancée, as he called me — wouldn’t have dared to speak to him like that.

From the storm in his eyes, I know he realises it too.

He clenches his fists and steps closer. “So it’s such a bad thing to check up on you?”

I shrink back, instinctively wishing I could take my words back. “It’s not, I just—”

He cuts me off. “You were my best friend for ten years. We have one disagreement, and now you treat me like this? Talk to me like I mean nothing?”

The words best friend hit me harder than I expect, like a slap to the face. Best friend. That’s all he thinks we were. Everything we had, everything I gave to him, everything we went through — it’s all been reduced
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Debbie
I was married to narcissistic man, like this. It took me a long time to love myself and realize he was a cheating player husband
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Debbie
Zane is narcissist a hole controlling. Thinking that Liam would never go for her, like she is not good enough for Liam. What a jealous jerk who needs to leave Emilia alone and worry about his model bride to be. Becca isn’t getting a good husband she getting a controlling mental abuser loser
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Stephanie
Oh my god how badly I wish she’d just drag that knife across his throat!!!! What an abusive piece of shit!!!!!
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  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   Princess

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