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Chapter 82- How fucking long?

Amberleigh was still seething as she grabbed her suitcase and began to shove her shit inside it. She would deal with the wrinkles later. Right now, she tore through her room throwing open drawers and throwing out her clothes and personal effects like an angry tornado. Hell hath no fury like a woman fucked over.

She could feel her anger like a living thing crawling through her veins, rising by the minute and threatening to explode. Everywhere she looked held a memory in this fucking room, most of the fresh ones were too much to handle. Riding Grayson on that couch, him laughing against her pussy on that bed, their bodies gliding together in the bathtub.

She picked up the vase of white roses the maids changed out every few days and shattered it against the wall. Watched the pieces scatter and felt satisfaction. Shattered just like the life she’d carved out for herself amidst the pristine marble of this fucking place. This place was nothing but a whitewa
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