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2025-07-01 15:00:35Clara sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Devon's words kept playing in her head like a broken record.
"You're just a florist... You couldn't even keep a relationship together..."
She touched her cheek where tears had dried, leaving salty tracks on her skin. Why did the man she loved always find new ways to hurt her? Every time she thought they were getting somewhere, every time she saw glimpses of the gentle man who had held her through morning sickness and talked to her belly at night, he would say something that cut deeper than a knife.
The worst part was that some of his words rang true. She was just a florist. She had failed at relationships before. And here she was, pregnant with his twins while living with another man because she was too proud and too hurt to go back to him.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her growing
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