Escaping My Mate
I let them choose whatever they liked.
Then, I scrolled through the photos of Nick and me on my phone one last time, deleting them one by one. With each deleted image, I felt the last shreds of our bond thinning, snapping like fragile threads.
It was time to say goodbye to the past and begin my new life.
Once I was done, I opened the supplements the healer had prescribed—herbal extracts to help my body recover—and took one. Just then, Nick returned. He spotted the supplements and cheerfully put them back in their gift box, clumsily but carefully retying the ribbon.
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