Khloe reeled from the impact, pain shooting through her body, but her eyes had gone ice-cold.She no longer struggled. She simply lifted her gaze, her stare cutting through Trey like a blade."Trey," her voice was low but deadly, carrying a chill that seemed to pierce bone, "stop pretending to be sentimental. Don't you find it disgusting yourself?""What… what do you mean?" Trey's heart skipped. A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes.She looked different from before. Khloe had always been strikingly beautiful, a goddess in repose, cold and untouchable. Yet when they were together, her features softened with warmth. He had grown used to her gentleness, her care, her loving tolerance."Don't you know what I mean? Or do you need me to say it aloud for you?" Khloe drew a steady breath, disgust curling in her chest at his very presence.No matter how refined his face was, inside, he was rotten. To her, he was no better than garbage. Being near him, speaking to him, it all felt filthy
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