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Chapter 29: The Price of Desire

作者: Sibeth
last update 公開日: 2026-08-05 19:13:41

Gianna’s POV

Even now, after everything, memories came flooding back. I remembered the endless nights I couldn't sleep, staying up until dawn just staring at his picture on my phone, aching for him.

I had been obsessed with him.

And God help me, maybe I still was.

Why else was I sitting in a luxury hotel room with a man who had ripped my heart out just days before our wedding?

A man who didn't show a shred of genuine remorse, who had insulted me, betrayed me, and made an absolute fool out of
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