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I didn’t wait for the crowd to speak. I didn’t wait to hear the gasps or see the pity in their eyes.I ran.Tears blurred my vision. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. I rushed past the flowers, the guests, the shattered eight years dream. My heels sank into the soft grass, and my dress trailed behind me like a burden I was desperate to leave behind.I slammed the dressing room door behind me with trembling fingers. My legs failed me and I fell to the floor like a coat off the hanger . My chest burned. My heart, if it was still in there, felt like it was ripping apart, piece by piece.I couldn’t breathe.My wedding dress was tight, suffocating. The lace that once made me feel beautiful now felt like it was choking me. I clutched at it, dragging it off my shoulders. I couldn’t wear this anymore. Not when the man I had loved my whole life just told the world he didn’t want me.Tears poured down my cheeks, soaking my ruined makeup. My lips trembled as I tried to

The walk to Liam’s house felt like a funeral march.My legs were weak.My heart was even weaker.I held onto my bag like it was the only thing tying me to this world. Like if I let go, I would fall into nothing.When I reached the gate, I fumbled for my phone. I wanted to call him again. I needed him to say something anything.Maybe he didn’t know Mom was dead.Maybe if he heard my voice again, his heart would melt.Maybe I still mattered to him.I dug my hand into my bag, searching fast. Lip balm. Keys. Handkerchief. My charger.But no phone.I checked again.Then again.I emptied everything onto the concrete like a madwoman. My things scattered all over the floor.Gone.My phone was gone.A heavy gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the mess in front of me. I must have dropped it at the company… maybe in the elevator.But right now, I didn’t care.What was the point?I knew the passcode to the gate. I had been there more times than I could count.Liam always used to say, “This is you

The hospital smelt like bleach and sickness.It was the kind of smell that stuck to your clothes and clung to your skin long after you left.I hate hospitals. Always had.They make me sick, like I was breathing in someone else’s last moments.Everywhere I looked, there were white walls and tired faces. People waiting. People crying. People dying.Hospitals were like pre-graves, place where you come to wait for the end.I didn’t stay for even a second.I left her there without a word.She could sort herself out.By the time I got back to the house, the air felt heavier.The doors closed behind me, muting the world outside. Empty halls stretched in every direction, lined with cold marble floors that reflected the dim lights. The silence here was different, controlled. Owned.I walked straight to the kitchen.Eggs. Toast. Black coffee. I ate in silence, staring at the empty chair across the table.I love silence.It was why I usually discharge the staffs by nightfall. Their footsteps wer

I froze. My body refused to move. The only thing I could do was lie there, wishing the ground would just split open and swallow me whole.He stood In front of me, completely still. Shocked. Speechless. Naked.The first thing that hit me wasn’t even his body, it was the heat coming off him, that raw masculine warmth that filled the space between us. His abs were defined, each muscle outlined. My eyes betrayed me, His thighs, God! strong and sculpted, like he spent hours every week training them. And his dick?? Didn't get enough peep but… perfectly enough to know he was well built everywhere.My breath caught. My pulse was racing so hard I could hear it in my ears.I shot up from the floor and dropped to my knees immediately, head bowed like I’d committed a crime.“I didn’t see anything,” I blurted.Liar. You saw everything, Rachel. I quickly thought to myself.“I’m sorry,” I added quickly, my voice small, almost begging. My hands were clasped in front of me, the towel still trapped in

I was helpless in Liam’s arms, and he knew it. He always knew it. He knew that even after everything, a part of me was still hopelessly in love with him, and he used that truth to his advantage like a cruel weapon.I could feel the hardness pressing against me, his arousal a reminder of how weak he thought I was under his touch.“I still crave you, sugar,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, laced with a hunger that made my stomach twist.That was the moment it hit me, just how irritating he was. Irritating in his confidence, irritating in his entitlement, irritating in the way he believed I would always be his to control.And yet… as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to. Because part of me was still enjoying every stolen second, every brush of his lips, every sinful memory that came alive inside me.He turned me over, his lips claiming mine In a kiss that was greedy and rough. His hand slid down, grabbing my butt with a firm squeeze, pulling me c