BENEATH HER ASHES
Delilah !
Her presence hits me like a dagger to the ribs. For a heartbeat, my mind splinters into memory , the hotel door swinging open, her face smug and triumphant, Jackson not even half-dressed but fully naked behind her. That was the moment my world collapsed, the moment betrayal etched itself into my soul. The day I found out about the affair and worst betrayal from my friends .
The sight of her now, standing in front of me with feigned innocence, makes bile rise in my throat. I do not give her the satisfaction of a greeting. I slam the door in her face, my chest heaving with rage.
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