Wasted Tears
Preston stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes tracing the lights of the cargo ships drifting in the harbour, and replied, his tone dripping with the sympathy his girlfriend was starving for, “I am so sorry, my love.
It breaks my heart to think of you suffering alone in that house while they treat you like a stranger.
Why don’t you just play their game, Sweetheart? Just pretend as if you are asking for forgiveness.
Bow your head, say the right words, and let them think they have won. It’s the only way to keep them off our backs.”
Vivica wiped her tears, her expression shifting from heartbreak to a cold, calculated resolve, and whispered, "I will think about it, my love. For you, I ca
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