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Chapter 57: Standing Beside Him

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I roll my eyes and hang up. What did Damon mean? Zayn didn’t pick the beach house for our honeymoon—Amanda did. But then again, whose house is it? If it were Amanda’s, would the red room be there in the first place? Those torturously sweet devices that showed me a part of myself I never knew existed.

I doubt the house belongs to Amanda. Damon’s right. Zayn chose that house so he could be alone with me on purpose. I should be mad about it, but I don’t see a reason to be. If anything, the thought
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