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Chapter 16- I Wish To Be Reborn

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Natalie's POV

The moment Wilfred’s footsteps faded down the hall, I broke.

No..no..no. I didn't

My laughter tore out of me like I had been holding it in. It was louder than I meant it to be. It rattled around the balcony and back into my ears until I had to clutch the rail for balance. Gods, was that me all day? Acting, performing, wanting to please him? That's not like me..what made me do that?

It seemed like the whole bottle of non-alcoholic wine I took was messing up with my brain the way it had never done.

I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it only made me laugh harder. My body shook, my chest hurt, but for the first time since morning, I felt alive.

My eyes darted under the table. Two bottles. I’d hidden them earlier, in case Wilfred’s taste for wine stretched longer than mine. Only two left now. I knelt clumsily, fingers curling around the bottle that had been meant for him. The one I had prepared. My grin widened.

What went into my head? Did I
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