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Li bai kept on looking at her shoes. She quickly ran away from there and directly went to the library. No,she didn't cry. Even not for once. She was already used to all those insults. She never felt bad before but now even it is unknown to her, why she feels bad everytime he says something to her. Something inside her feel pain everytime he behaves rudely with her. She grabs a book from the library and starts reading. It was "AFTER" written by Anna Todd. She has already read 90 percentage of it before. Now she is reading how Hardin proposed Tessa.

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My brain was a shambled mess, unable to think of anything. And suddenly, Dan pulled away from me. I felt his dick rub against my pussy and I gasped, so close to begging him to put it in. But the devil. Oh, he just continued to tease me, driving me insane. One hand gripped my ass fiercely, and slowly, he pushed into me.

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The air still smelled faintly sweet. Everything was there. Only I was not. Noah heard them come in and turned over in his sleep, mumbling, "Lily," before sinking back down. I floated to his bed and tried to tuck in his blanket. My hand passed through it. Mom set down my suitcase and opened my bedroom door. The room was exactly as I had left it. The comforter folded neatly. The unfinished homework on the desk. The little plant on the windowsill with a tiny new sprout.

I really only have you. But he would never find that watch again. Six years were over. I refused him one last time. "Grant, it's impossible. There will be no future for us." He went speechless. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I checked the time. My flight was close. "Our story ends here. Don't contact me again. "Also, I've sold the apartment." Then I pulled my suitcase away and left without looking back. Later, I found a good job overseas and lived a relaxed, peaceful life.

Clearly, she still did not understand. I wasn't asking for permission. It wasn't a request—it was the ultimatum. Once the noise outside faded, I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen. A new text message had just come in. My plane ticket had been successfully booked. Departure time: tomorrow afternoon. There were still more than ten hours left before the flight, but the airport was at least a four-hour drive from the base. Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out.

Claire Hart used to believe love meant staying. Staying through disappointment. Staying through silence. Staying even when her presence felt optional. But healing had changed something inside her. Now, when peace entered a room, she noticed it immediately. And right now, sitting across from Aaron in a quiet bookstore café, peace surrounded her gently. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Aaron said, sliding a cup of coffee toward her. Claire blinked, pulled from her thoughts. “Was it obvious?”