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It was nothing short of unbelievable. Graham felt as if his entire worldview had just collapsed. Sadie seemed to think of something and couldn't help asking, "For you to speak of him so highly, Mrs. Laurent, he must be someone extraordinary. A man who stands at the very peak in every way, right?" "You could say that." Belinda nodded, smiling.

Ian Timoshek pov Grief consumed me as I wept over my dead child. Howling into the night I held her against my chest as sobs tore at my very soul. “Papa?” I thought I heard her soft voice and figured that I was imagining it until I heard Sasha ask me about Sadie. Pulling her back I gasped at her furrowing her brow at me. “Is Sadie okay and why are you sad, Papa?” “Oh my, thank you Goddess,” I cried then crushed her in my arms once again.

I finished for her. “It’s not fake,” Sadie insisted, deeply offended. “It’s collectible. And it will hurt if I swing it hard enough.” “You’re such a menace.” Sadie sighed, softer this time. “Listen, Rainey. I know this isn’t how things were supposed to go. You’re supposed to fall in love slowly. Sensibly. With a man who your family approves of, who knows your coffee order and your worst day of the year. Not some guy with a six-pack and a mysterious house by the sea.”

You are a monster, her mind whispered, a cold, unyielding judgment echoing through her thoughts. She had used Autumn’s true absence—those three agonizing months where her sister lay in a cold, lonely Italian morgue—to build a fortress for her own lies. She had taken the raw, bleeding trauma of her twin's death and spun it into a romantic narrative about a lonely wife finding solace in charcoal sticks. Sadie wasn't just comforting an imposter; she was actively mourning a fictional version of Autumn's suffering, all while the real survivor sat right beneath her nose, absorbing a love she had completely stolen.

"I-I'm trash... I deserve this." Smack! "I'm trash! I deserve this!" Smack! "I'm trash-I deserve this!!" ... When Sadie finally returned to the Hayes residence, her face swollen beyond recognition, she burst into tears the moment she saw Mossa. "Mom! She ruined me-Scarlett ruined me!" "My poor daughter!" Mossa rushed over. "What happened? Weren't you at an audition? How did this turn into something about Scarlett again?" "It's all her fault!" Sadie cried. "She made me lose the lead role! She slept with SH Entertainment's executives-she's disgusting! And she even had someone hit me..."

“Oh my God.” “It’s not a big deal.” “Not a big deal?!” she whisper-yelled. “Lara, that man is ridiculously rich.” “I know.” “And hot.” I avoided eye contact. Sadie slammed her hand softly against the table. “YOU LIKE HIM.” “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” People turned to look at us. Sadie lowered her voice immediately. “Sorry.” I groaned and covered my face. “This is bad.” “What exactly is bad?” “The butterflies.”

She stopped talking for a moment. “But?” I said softly. “But, he tripped and fell into the bone fire pit. He couldn’t get out of it and we all had to hear his screams as he burned to death out there that night.” She said and wouldn’t look at me. “Sadie? Sadie?” I said her name twice and she finally looked over at me. She was crying and I wanted her in my arms. I got out of bed and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and she came into my chest. “Baby, he was a bad man and you probably saved a lot of girls from having to go through what your friend went through,” I said trying to comfort her the best I could. I wasn’t afraid of her. I knew what she was capable of doing. I also kne

Nate's POV I woke up feeling extremely unhappy, sex with Isabella was amazing - it always is, it's just never been enough to take the pain away. Fuck, it sucks to be me... Hated by my mother just because she never wanted me. I can never forget her unkind words to me but I wish I could. I really do. I got up and as always, went to have my bath. Immediately after I finished bathing and dried myself, I heard footsteps again. Who the hell is it?

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

When Finn completed his late-night self-study session one day, Sadie came to Finn’s classroom as usual and waited for him outside. On their way back to the rental house, a truck that had lost control was speeding toward them. Sadie used all her might to push away Finn, who was talking on the phone at the time, and got ruthlessly crushed by the truck. Finn vaguely heard Sadie crying out, “Take care of Tammy—forever.” Finn had been on a call with Foster Father. Seeing his beloved woman dying tragically before his eyes in order to save him became the nightmare of Finn’s life.