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15. Like a Predator

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Ella’s Point of View

The sound of the rain outside seemed to amplify the turmoil within me. Marcus was sitting on the couch in my living room, the towel still in his hands, his presence invading my space like a heavy cloud. I could barely breathe.

Every word he spoke, every pleading look, was like a rope trying to pull me back to a past I was fighting to leave behind. I needed space, a moment to pull myself together, to think. “Stay there,” I muttered, without looking at him, and hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

In the silence of the bathroom, I leaned against the sink, gripping the edge tightly, my heart pounding. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—red eyes, tired face, a woman trying to be strong but feeling like she was crumbling. How could he not see? How could Marcus be so selfish, so self-centered, that he ignored how much his presence hurt me?

He kept talking about love, about chances, as if his sweet words could erase the betrayal, the lies, the l
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Lisa Tomkosky Pooley
Very disappointed in Ella how can you be so weak and give in??? He will betray you again they always do
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