Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss
She turned back to the pot, stirring as if her life depended on it.
But inside, everything was breaking.
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Later that night, after Ethan had been slept on the bed and her mother had retired early, Emery sat at the edge of her mattress with the phone in her hand. Her thumb hovered over Damian’s contact.
She typed.
“Why? Was everything a lie?”
Delete.
She typed again.
“I thought I meant something to you.”
Delete.
Tears blurred her vision. She slammed the phone down, clutching her head. In the small cracked mirror opposite her bed, her reflection stared back — a pale, broken version of herself.