CINNAMON."I told you that I'll explain everything soon. Please, trust me, Cinnamon," he begged.I looked up, almost laughing in his face.Trust. The one thing we'd built everything on. The foundation we'd been so proud of. And here he was, handing it back to me in pieces, asking me to hold it carefully like it wasn't already broken in his hands."Explain this." He slid the paper across my desk.Interestingly, I glanced at the paper, not touching it.I immediately thought of my promise to Dove not to tell anyone. But what was the big deal, and why was she so intent on keeping it a secret?I needed to think of an excuse. Furthermore, if he believed I would be the only one suffering, I'll ensure he feels pain as well."I don't see the problem." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "If you're out doing whatever you're doing, the least I can do is console myself with some money. We're rich."Yes, that's correct. It was satisfying to see the flash of disappointment on his face. I f
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