Reborn For Revenge
he stared at me, his expression a mix of desperation.
I stepped closer, my finger brushing against the fabric of his jacket. I reached into his pocket and pulled out his office pen, the one he always carried with him. For a moment, I just held it, the weight of it grounding me in my resolve.
I let out a sarcastic laugh. Then, with a swift motion, I took the pen and stabbed it into the delicate fabric of my wedding gown. The tearing sound was loud in the silent room, echoing the sound of my revenge on them all.
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