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Her body, swollen just slightly from a few months of pregnancy, trembled.
Adams Sanchez sat opposite her, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers twirling a thick cigar as smoke danced through the space.
“Let me go, Adams,” she said, voice hoarse with rage. “We divorced. And you promised you’d let me go.”
“I let you go because I couldn’t stand watching you get destroyed because of me,” Adams said coldly. “Not so you could run off and marry someone else.”
“You.. can’t …own …me!...Just let me go! she spat.
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