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CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: CHEATERS PAIN

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DANTE’S POV

My sweat is dripping down my face, and my lungs are burning. And all I can think about is how close Lena came to overhearing Diego and I this morning, like she was one sentence away from asking the question I’m not ready to answer yet. I need to be more careful.

I push harder and take a few more laps around the estate. By the time I’m back inside, my shirt is stuck to me, and I’m trying to decide whether to shower or join them for breakfast.

I decide to have breakfast first
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