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A Picture Of Her Leaving

Penulis: Adrianna Jones
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-25 20:08:54

The mansion was silent, almost silent save for the steady pulse of the storm against the windows. The wind howled outside, the rain slashing at the glass like a thousand tiny daggers. Sebastian stood in his study, his back to the large wooden desk, staring at the photograph in his hand.

It was a simple image, but it felt like a betrayal. Isabella’s lips were on Luca’s, her eyes closed as if she’d forgotten the world around her. She was smiling—something she hadn’t done in a long. time. And Luca. He stood there like he had every right to hold her, to claim her. The image mocked Sebastian. It mocked everything he had fought to build.

His knuckles were white from the tight grip he had on the photo. He wasn’t sure if he was angry because of the picture itself or because it reminded him of everything he had lost. The past few weeks of tension and silence between him and Isabella had been unbearable, but he had refused to acknowledge it. He had refused to believe she could go so far.

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