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Chapter 7 — The Rules Keep Changing

作者: J. Cross
last update 公開日: 2026-07-16 15:56:50

Bela

I LET him break me. Again.

I sat up, pulling the cold silk sheet against my bare chest, staring at the empty space beside me. Sebastian was gone, leaving nothing behind but the faint, mocking scent of his expensive cologne on the pillows.

I wrapped my arms around my knees, my jaw tightening until it ached. The anger burning in my throat wasn’t directed at him this time—it was entirely for myself.

I had spent a whole year building a wall around my heart, convincing myself that I was strong
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