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Chapter Fifty Two

Penulis: Carabella
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-03 00:06:01

I couldn’t sleep. Her words wouldn’t let me. “Don’t be a cheat.”

That one sentence slammed into my chest over and over like a hammer striking bone.

I kept replaying her face. Those red, wounded eyes,as if someone had carved them into my memory with a hot blade. That wasn’t anger. That was betrayal. That was pain. What did Francesca tell her? What the hell did she do?

No one knew I was engaged to Francesca except Francesca and maybe Lorenzo,but that bastard's too busy thinking of how to be smar
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