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The Girl Who Doesn’t Deserve It
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2026-01-03 22:00:00VANESSA POV
Vanessa sat in her car outside the boutique, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. Adrian had dropped her off twenty minutes ago. No goodbye. No apology. Just a curt “Get another dress” before driving away. Get another dress. Like it was that simple. Like she hadn’t just been humiliated in front of an entire boutique staff. Like Kira hadn’t outbid her by hundreds of thousands of dollars. Like Adrian hadn’t just stood there and let it happen. Vanessa’s jaw clenched. One million dollars. For a dress. Who does that? She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, her mind racing. Adrian had been distant ever since they left. Silent. Distracted. Like he was somewhere else entirely. He’d barely looked at her when he dropped her off. Just said to
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