HudsonI couldn't stop thinking about Jane no matter how much I tried. It was fucking pathetic, really. Me, Hudson Armstrong, sitting in my house at two in the morning, scrolling through Jane's sparse social media like some desperate stalker, but I couldn't help it. Ever since I saw her in my father's office, looking like a completely different woman, I hadn't been able to get her out of my head.She looked stunning and confident. Nothing like the meek, apologetic girl I molded over the years, and it was driving me absolutely insane.I grabbed my phone for what had to be the hundredth time that week and pulled up her number. My thumb hovered over the call button before I pressed it, listening to it ring once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. Again."Jane, it's me," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be, but we need to talk. Please. Just call me back."I hung up and immediately opened my messages, sc
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