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FIFTY SIX
Fabian stood facing the panoramic glass window in his bedroom. Rain splattered against his window, rapping against the glass in fury. Outside streaks of lightning flashed across the darkened sky as thunder boomed in fury. He shook his head, clenching his fists.
She’s gone.
He could not believe that the woman he let into his house, who gave her body with him, who looked after him when he grieved and who had just celebrated his birthday had betrayed him.
You had it coming.
He had shared his heart, body and soul with her! He had opened up his darkest secrets to her and this was what she gave him in return? She had slain him. She had gorged out his heart and thrown it away. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
He should have seen it coming. There were just too many red flags.
The auction that came out of nowhere. Amber and Liam alone in the ballroom. The wine. The repositioned canvas in his study. Amber and Liam m
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