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THE TRUTH HURTS

Author: O.A PRESHY
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-05 05:03:35

DRAKE POV

The house was too quiet.

Too damn quiet.

I slammed the front door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty hall like a gunshot. Her scent still lingered in the air faint vanilla. Mocking me. Haunting me.

I staggered to the living room, the image of Isabella’s face twisted in betrayal, in pain burned into my brain like acid. Her sobs still rang in my ears. Her voice cracked with horror when she said the word “monster.” And she was right.

I had become the very thing I swore I'd never be.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. For a second, all I could do was breathe. Just breathe. Like maybe if I did it enough times, it would hurt less.

But it didn’t.

My eyes caught the glass on the side table half-full from the night before, still stained with lipstick. Hers. A fragment of our old life. Of the lie I’d let fester.

I grabbed it and threw it against the wall.

It exploded.

Shards flew like splinters of memory, catching the light, ref
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