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Pining for someone else's leftovers. It wasn't just the malice in her tone that had left me reeling; it was the unsettling truth that lingered beneath her jabs. Pining for someone else's leftovers. The phrase echoed in my mind, taunting me with its cruel accuracy. I thought back to all the times Kai had spoken about Mabel, and I couldn't help but wonder if he still had feelings for her. Probably, I thought, my mind racing with doubts. Maybe he's only with me because he can't have her back.

she purred, her voice dipped in faux-honey and condescension, “could you pop back inside and ask the caterers for some food to go? A little takeaway. You know… leftovers.” Leftovers? Leftovers?

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Our son's laughter rang out from the yard as he played with the dog. The kitten napped peacefully close by, and Xavier's calm, low voice carried faintly from a remote meeting in the study. I took a slow sip, letting the rich aroma fill my senses. Pure bliss filled me. A gilded path of wealth lay ahead, while the jagged trail I had overcome stretched far behind. I rested my glass, closed my eyes, and let the sun's warmth wash over me.

"There's only one. I chose it only for you." I returned everything I could return. The pieces that couldn't be returned went into the studio's donation box. "Luca, it's too late." His eyes were painfully red. "I don't believe you like him. You loved me for so many years. You can't just let go." I put down my leather knife and looked up. "So you knew I loved you for years?" Luca went rigid. "Then what did you do with it? What was my love to you? A backup? An excuse to stay close to Bianca? A girl you could push aside because she'd always stand back up?"