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Chapter 113

Penulis: N. C. Harriet
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DAISY

I stomp away from Adrian without a backward glance, my boots pounding hard against the cracked pavement outside the school. His voice trails behind me, light and teasing, but I’m beyond caring. His words bounce off me like water off stone, but the ache inside won’t let me forget the bombshell he just dropped. Adira. Zeus. Together. After everything.

My fists clench and unclench, fingers scraping the rough fabric of my jacket, trying to hold myself together. But the tension in my chest tightens, a coil snapping inside my ribs. I round the corner near the bleachers, searching for a quiet spot, somewhere to catch my breath.

The world spins, and I lean against the cold brick wall. My vision blurs as the tears break through—soft sobs, barely audible, trembling with betrayal and confusion. I’m alone. Iris isn’t at school today, and the chaos inside me needs somewhere to go. I can’t call her. I don’t know who else to turn to.

A shadow falls over me.

“Daisy.”

I flinch but don’t look up.
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