Burn My Love to a Crisp
"Don't you love her?"
Stanley quickly replied, "No."
He relaxed visibly, then called me again, only to be hung up on.
He desperately texted me again to explain, "Believe me. I don't love Sabrina. I swear I don't."
I couldn't bear to look at Stanley's fake, pleading face. I drifted back to the bedroom, where I found Sabrina, whose face was twisted with anger.
She grabbed my phone with force and then slammed it onto the bed.
Her eyes were sharp, and her voice filled with venom as she said, "Stanley, I'll have you even if you don't love me. You're mine."
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