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Chapter 54

Auteur: Khogie
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For the first time in a long while, I feel…..ashamed.

My hands tremble. Just slightly. Barely noticeable.

I curl them into fists and tuck them into my pockets so no one sees. So I don’t see because the sight of my own shaking disgusts me.

I tell myself to focus. On anything else. On the meeting. On the men waiting at the shooting range. On the messages. On the faceless bastard playing with my life like it’s a chess piece.

But my mind betrays me again.

It drags me back to that engagement ceremony…

That moment she stood beside me cheeks flushed and her breath uneven in that restroom, voice small but steady, telling me:

“I’m not my father.”

And I…

I didn’t even look at her.

I just walked away like she was nothing.

Now I can’t stop hearing her voice. I can’t stop seeing her face. And somehow, it feels like the words are stabbing deeper now than they did then.

The ride to the shooting range is long enough for guilt to settle into my bones, but I push everything down. I stack every emotion
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