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Chapter 36: Whose Wife Are You Protecting?

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last update 公開日: 2026-05-04 17:32:24

The gravel crunched under my boots, a harsh, rhythmic sound that matched the pounding in my chest. Behind me, I could hear Harold’s voice.

“Sandra!”

He was calling my name, his tone frantic and rising, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. If I looked at him, I’d have to explain the look on my face, and I wasn’t ready to put words to the chaos inside me yet.

I reached the car and yanked on the handle. It didn’t budge. I pulled again, harder this time, my breath coming in jagged hitches. Locked.
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