Back in the cramped basement apartment, Selene started packing. For three years she'd lived here with Jonathan, smiling like an idiot every single day.In a box under the bed she kept everything Jonathan had ever given her. A moissanite ring, a knockoff designer necklace, ninety-nine love letters he'd handwritten, one page at a time. She used to treat that pile of garbage like treasure.Now, picturing Vivienne in real diamonds and silk, in that mansion, Selene ripped every letter to pieces and set the pieces on fire in the kitchen sink.“I loved you with my whole life, Jonathan, and you played me like I was nothing. You're not getting away with this.”Jonathan came home late. He smelled faintly of grape. Selene had a bottle of that exact perfume. He'd told her it was a limited edition, that it cost him two months of pay. She'd only ever used it on special occasions.So he'd bought one for Vivienne too. Except, the version on Vivienne was cleaner, lighter, with a floral note. That was t
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