Third-Person POVTalulah's smile froze on her face. "What?" "Kendall's wedding rings. The ones you took from her bedroom," Kieran explained. "Give them back." The hospital room fell silent for a long, long time. The color gradually drained from her face, and her lips began to quiver.Talulah abruptly sat up. Her wrist scraped against the bedframe, turning the gauze a deeper shade of red. "What's the meaning of this, Kieran? I slit my wrists! I almost died, and the first thing you ask me when you walk through that door is about that woman's rings?" "Give them back," he repeated. She went rigid, as if she had just been slapped across the face. After a prolonged silence, she burst into heart-wrenching sobs, clutching the bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Have you ever loved me at all, Kieran? Even just a little? Am I always going to be inferior to her in your heart?"Drinking in her contorted, tear-streaked face, Kieran suddenly realized he felt nothing at
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