Suddenly, she knelt before me. Hitting her head on a stone, she sobbed, “I already know how sorry I am, Clara. Please don't curse me anymore. I have already gone through a lot. If you curse me to be divorced again, I would rather die than apologize to you.”"What are you doing?" I gasped, recoiling in horror."Clara! Forgive me, please!" she shrieked, her voice echoing off the buildings."What the hell is going on here?"The roar came from behind me. I turned to see Julian sprinting toward us, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. He didn't even look at me as he shoved past, nearly knocking me off my heels to get to the sobbing woman on the floor."Elena! My God, are you okay?" He gathered her into his arms, checking her forehead, which was now scraped and bleeding."I knew you were cold, Clara, but I didn't think you were pathetic enough to assault your friend in broad daylight," he hissed."I didn't ask her to do that. She threw herself down. I didn't ask her to do that pathet
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