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Chapter 27: The Breaking Point

Author: Marvey_pearl
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It was 11:43 PM and the entire estate was now swallowed by silence.

Yet back in her room, Isla was still awake sitting upright at the edge of the bed, with her back arched forward.

The duvet remained untouched behind her.

And her right hand was holding up her phone at eye level as the screen reflected in her tired weary eyes.

She was staring at the message box specifically, the space where Nate’s strange text earlier that evening had once been.

The single message that bore just his name.

Just “Nate.”

Of course, she had since deleted it, but the memory of it still disturbed her head like a stubborn echo.

But why?

She had not stopped asking herself that question since she came back from work hours ago.

No typo, no follow-up text. No missed calls.

“Nothing”

Just that one name. Sent deliberately.

As though meant to say something without saying anything at all.

What was his motive now?

What was Nathaniel planning?

She didn’t know what to make of it, but she knew that bitch that was l
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Debbie
I don’t care if it is just contract you are married to Isla jerk. Can she have and bring a lover back to your house and sleep with him, like you are with your mistress isabella
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