Rihanna didn’t cry.That surprised her most.She walked the length of the street with her hands tucked into her coat pockets, the city moving around her in practiced indifference. Somewhere nearby, a café door opened and released the smell of coffee. A bus hissed to a stop. A couple laughed too loudly on the corner, wrapped in a life that had nothing to do with hers.London didn’t pause for heartbreak.And somehow, that helped.She walked without direction at first, letting her feet decide. Every step felt deliberate, grounding—proof that she was still here, still moving, still capable of choosing what came next. The image from earlier tried to resurface, but it didn’t land the same way anymore. It felt distant, like something she’d already survived.Her phone vibrated in her pocket.She ignored it.She didn’t need to check to know who it was. Dennis had always reached louder when he realized he’d lost control. Apologies came fast then, tangled with excuses and urgency, as if speed co
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