VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE
Everything I did now was deliberate.
Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect.
She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.
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