Destroying the Homewrecker Who Stole My Youth
Silence stretched across the line.
After a long pause, Henry's voice finally came, squeezed through clenched teeth, trembling despite his effort to suppress it.
"Audrey… come back to me."
I chuckled softly and hung up.
Leisurely, I packed my things, checked out, and bought the next available flight.
Returning to that prison they call "home," I found Henry sitting in the living room, his expression dark.
On the coffee table in front of him lay a pile of premium burn and scar ointments.
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