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Chapter 22.

Auteur: N.A. Deborah
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My pulse stopped.

The words glared back at me, bold and merciless, stretching across the screen like they’d been carved there just to gut me.

I read them once. Again. A third time. My breath wouldn’t catch.

The article showed a picture—Maverick in a sharp suit, Bianca Thomas beside him, her hand resting delicately on his arm. Smiling. Perfect.

The phone slipped in my grip, almost tumbling to the floor. I caught it with both hands, but they wouldn’t stop trembling.

The man who had kissed me like I was his world less than an hour ago was now plastered across every gossip site in the city… engaged to someone else.

The air in the car went thin. My lungs refused to work.

And all I could do was stare at the screen, my heart cracking with every beat.

Didn't he say she was just a friend of Lisa's?

A tear slipped from my right eye. I cleaned it immediately and took in a deep breath.

Oh, Camilla, you have just been played once again.

When I got to my apartment, I didn’t know how long
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