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Revenge is best served cold

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The bottle was almost empty by the time I parked crookedly in front of my aunt and uncle’s house. It was past 2:30 a.m. I made sure I came this time.

My eyes were swollen from crying, mascara streaked down my cheeks

I got out the car

My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole in my finger.

I took it off, throw it on the floor then spat on it.

I reach the door.

I didn’t even knock softly. I banged on the door until the basement light flicked on.

Jeremy opened the door in nothin
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