Nico“Martin, no,” I said firmly, trying to pull away from his back hug. “Just let me go. Please.”But he only held me tighter, his body shaking as he cried harder. “Please, Nico… I’m begging you. That perfume was the last gift my mom gave me before she passed. I wasn’t even trying to hit you. I don’t know what possessed me. I was just so angry, and I lost control. I’m so sorry, baby. Please… don’t leave me.”His sobs grew louder, more desperate. Martin had always been dramatic, but this felt different. He kept repeating how he couldn’t live without me, how he would die if I didn’t forgive him. When he started saying he would go home and hang himself if I didn’t give him another chance, something in me cracked.“Oh my God, Martin, stop saying that,” I whispered, my voice shaking.“I’m serious,” he cried, still clinging to me. “I can’t lose you. Please… just one last chance. I’ll do better. I swear.”I stood there for a long moment, heart heavy. I knew I shouldn’t. Every logical part o
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