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32: Fool me once

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-18 22:52:11
Fiona POV

I stood on the balcony, my phone pressed to my ear, the cold night wind hitting my face and sending shivers down my spine. Charles's voice still echoed in my head: "He needs you. Now." And that phrase he threw at me like a knife: "Are you going to abandon him now that he needs you?"

Abandon him? Charles's words weren't fair at all, not to me.

After everything I've done for Sebastian? After years of chasing after him, years of swallowing my pride, years of being the one who held his
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Was this a set up by Charles, so Fiona could find them in a compromising position? Not cool at all. Walk away Fiona.....
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