LOGINHer fingers curled against her arms. “I couldn't leave you. I didn't want to leave you,” she looked at me through swollen eyes, “I loved you too much. That was the moment I knew, I had to become better for you,” she gave a broken little laugh, “So I tried.” Her eyes closed. “I tried so fucking ha
“She knew I'd do anything for you. And unlike you, she never once believed you had to become someone else before I would choose you.” Gianna started crying, not the quiet tears she'd been fighting a few minutes ago. Her whole face crumpled, and the sob that escaped her sounded like it had been trap
My mouth tightened. “Turns out nobody bothered to teach me what to do with people.” She pursed her lips, her brows drawing together, “That can't—” she stopped herself, searching my face, “That can't be true.” “I could read a balance sheet faster than most people could read a sentence. I could bre
Anger. Pure, fucking anger. I didn't have to think about it. I didn't have to understand it. I could feel it. My voice became almost painfully quiet, “So don't fucking stand there and tell me I settled. Settling would've been choosing the easy woman. You were never the easy choice.” A faint, bit
I looked straight at her. “You. Only you... just the way you are.” She blinked, her lips trembling into the smallest, saddest smile, “But… what if the way I am isn't enough?” she looked down again, almost embarrassed by the question, “What if you just haven't realized that yet?” I raised an eyebr
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I stared at her, for several seconds, I genuinely had nothing. My mind had gone completely blank. Viviane? That was what she had built all of this around? My jaw tightened, “What the fuck does Viviane have to do with this?” Gianna blinked. I forced myself a little straighter
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho






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