TamaraMy hands shake against the steering wheel as I sit in my car outside Viktor's building, the engine running but going nowhere.The tears won't stop coming— ugly, choking sobs that leave my chest aching and my vision blurred. I catch my reflection in the rearview mirror and hate what I see. Mascara streaks down my cheeks, my lips are swollen from biting them, and my eyes look hollow."She's gone now, sweetheart," Viktor said, pulling the blonde bitch, Melissa closer, and trapping her bottom lip with his. "I did what you asked me to do. Be a prick. Now I have you..."I had gone back inside to apologize. To beg him to be more understanding of my situation. But when I saw Melissa, who'd probably been hiding somewhere around in the house, while Viktor and I argued, I realized how much of a fool I'd been for even wanting Viktor to give me a second chance.The words echo in my head, sharp and condescending. I did what you asked me to do. Be a prick. So, it all was intentional. He didn'
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