My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby
Because if he had, then it meant someone, at last, had glimpsed the truth of me.
The other one cleared his throat softly, breaking the tension. His tone was lighter, but careful. “Madam,” he said, almost conversationally, “complete darkness can be beautiful too.”
I blinked at him, surprised. My voice came out quieter than I intended. “How so?”
He gave a small, almost rueful smile. “It is said that without the dark, we can’t see the stars.”
The answer was simple. But something in it tugged at me. The faintest smile ghosted my lips, bitter but genuine for a heartbeat. “I’m afraid there’s nothing else left to see for me in this world.”
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