The Devil's Offer The rain hid my tears. Or maybe it didn't. At that moment, I didn't care. I stared at the stranger inside the Rolls-Royce, wondering if grief had finally driven me insane. "...if I offered you a way to ruin the man who did this to you... would you take it?" The words echoed in my head. I let out a hollow laugh. "You don't even know my name." "I know enough." "No, you don't." "My name is Damian." "I didn't ask." One corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wasn't used to being spoken to that way. "Good," he said quietly. "Most people are too busy trying to impress me." "I'm not most people." "No," he agreed, his eyes lingering on my soaked wedding dress. "You're a woman who just lost everything." His words stung because they were true. I looked away. "I haven't lost everything." "Haven't you?" I opened my mouth to argue. Nothing came out. Three years. Three years of love. Three years of sacrifice. Three years of believing I had found my forever
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