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Author: Ravenna
last update publish date: 2026-05-14 04:54:45
✦ ❦ ✦ Matthew Kingland Pov ✦ ❦ ✦

I stood frozen in the foyer for what felt like hours but was probably only seconds.

The image of Selena walking out on Alexander's arm in that emerald dress was burned into my head. The fabric clinging to her curves. The way she smiled at him. The way she didn't even try to look back at me once.

I walked outside, staying in the shadows near the entrance. The evening air was cool against my skin, but I barely registered it. Alexander's black Mercedes was parked
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