As a teenager, I believed this was what love looked like. So I kept trying to get closer to him—learning what he liked, shaping myself into someone he would want.At eighteen, I put on my first strapless dress and high heels. At a party, a rich young man struck up a casual conversation with me. That was all it took. Dennis dragged me into a bathroom and kissed me—hard.His dark eyes stared into mine from beneath tousled hair. He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, "You're mine."From the very beginning, he was the one who gave me hope. Every gesture, every word said he liked me. But now, he says I've been the one clinging to him.I walked away, devastated. The moment I reached the door, I broke down.My hands trembled as I took out my phone and opened Telegram.The most recent message from Dennis read: [Anna, happy birthday.]At the time, I was saving a pregnant woman's life, covered in blood, running on no sleep for over twenty-four hours. But when I saw his message, al
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