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Chapter 13

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Anyta

The days following my departure from the Ashbourne mansion were filled with nothing but peace. Walking away hadn’t been easy, but deep down, I was proud of myself for making such a brave choice.

At last, I could breathe freely in my own space, free from needless chaos. I was relieved to have escaped it all
 but that peace didn’t last long. Reality came crashing back, the drama and attention returning in double fold.

Whispers followed me everywhere. When I went to the café, I caught people glancing my way. When I stepped into a boutique to buy a dress, I heard faint giggles behind my back. The city was bustling with gossip.

"They say she bought herself a mansion."

"She's even more lovely than she was before."

"Do you think Everett regrets what he did to her?"

I didn't let any of that get to me. For once in my life, rumors could not change my path. But deep down, I knew those whispers were only the beginning.

The following morning, I found a white envelope pushed under my door. I
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