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chapter Thirty-four

Penulis: Miss Robb
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Clara’s POV

I don’t remember running. I only

remember the cold bite of the night air on my face and the way my lungs burned like I’d swallowed glass. The elevator took forever. I punched the button until my knuckles bled. When the doors finally opened to the lobby, I kept going, past the doorman who called after me, out onto the street where taxis were.

I walked until my feet bled inside my heels until the city sounds turned into white noise. I ended up on the Brooklyn Bridge because it was far enough that no one would find me quickly. The wind whipped my hair across my face, and I let it. I wanted it to hurt.

My mother was alive.

My mother was married to the Roberts.

My mother had watched Alex talk about the girl he was falling for and had no idea it was me.

And I… God, I had let him inside me I had begged for it. I had allow my lips kissed his ,even squirted on his cock, whispering his name like it was holy.

I pressed my palms to the railing and screamed into the dark. The sound
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