Love From Hell
“Get out.”
Ethan stared at her, momentarily stunned. “What?”
“I said, get out of my house,” Sasha repeated, her voice cold and final.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Ethan warned, his tone dangerous. “If I leave, that’s it. We’re over.”
Sasha didn’t hesitate. “Fine. I have no problem with that. Get out.”
Ethan stood, his heart pounding with frustration. He grabbed his shirt and jacket from the floor, throwing them on hastily. As he walked to the door, he glanced back at her one last time. Sasha stood firm, arms crossed, her eyes blazing with anger.
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