Say No to Being Second Choice
"And what about me?"
I looked at her. A mocking smile tugged at my lips. "So, are we just supposed to forget about all the injustice I suffered, and all the losses I took?
"He's still out there, living freely. How am I supposed to believe you're really done with him? But if you sent him to prison, then there would be nothing holding me back from being with you."
I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur.
Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call.
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