KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
How could I convince this crowd, my parents, Damon, anyone, that what they were seeing wasn’t real?
No wonder Damon had planned this. No wonder he had been aloof, distant, cold. He thought I had cheated on him. He thought I had betrayed him.
And now, he was rubbing it in my face. Showing me how it feels when the one person you love betrays you.
But I hadn’t betrayed him.
I hadn’t.
“No… no… Dami, please… stop this…” I sobbed, my voice breaking, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Words failed me as I looked at him— he was no longer the man I knew, but a raging beast, ready to tear me apart with his bare hands.
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