CANA'S SIN
I wasn’t that weak.
If anything, she was just a tool, a living punishment for her father. Letting her live under my roof, married but unloved, free but trapped, that was far worse than death.
Unlike the girls I spent my nights with when I needed to ease my desires, Adora was different. She didn’t belong to that part of my life, and I would never let her.
“I guess you have an important call after a long time,” Don said casually, raising one brow as he held up his phone. The screen’s glow lit up his face, and a teasing smile played at the corners of his lips.
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