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"I don't know. Maybe always. Maybe the first time I saw her. Or maybe slowly. Over years. I just know that one day I looked at her and realized she was the only person who made me want to stay." Chloe's expression softened slightly. Barely. "You really mean that." "Yeah. I do." "Then why did you keep pushing her away?" "Because I'm an idiot. Because I was scared. Because I didn't think I deserved her." He leaned forward. Desperate for her to understand. "I've spent six months in therapy trying to figure out why I sabotage everything good. And every session comes back to the same thing. I'm terrified of abandonment. So I leave first. Before they can leave me."

"I just... don't have a better way yet." Joseph lunged forward, gripping my hands, his voice fragmented. "Are you crazy? You can't take that risk! I won't allow it!" I yanked my hands free, my vision blurring with tears. "Let go. You're hurting me." He savagely tore at his own hair, collapsing against the wall as if his entire body had failed. "I'm useless. I should be the one who died!" I looked at him calmly. In that moment, there was surprisingly no sadness. Only a deep, consuming weariness.

Now I just found out that there might be more than one traitor. “You have that look on your face. It's why I didn't want to tell you,” he said as he looked at me worriedly. “What look?” I asked, sighing. “The one where you're already self sabotaging and blaming yourself for things that you have no apparent control over,” he replied. He was right and I knew it. I was beginning to think of the things that I could have done to avoid these things from happening. I paused. I didn't know how to stop myself from self sabotaging.

“I can fight a boardroom, a market, a rival. How do I fight a rumor? A delay? A whisper?” The anguish in his voice was unbearable. It was the very un-making the voice had promised. Sabatine crossed the room without thought, driven by a need to stop the erosion, to offer some solid ground. “You fight by not becoming what they want you to be,” Sabatine said, stopping in front of him. “You stay steady. You stay Anton.”

"I know. I edited a character who did this exact thing in a manuscript last year, and I told the author she's self-sabotaging, the reader will lose patience, and here I am." "Here you are," Dominique agreed, not unkindly. "What do I do?" "You already know." "Tell me anyway." "You put the manuscript down," Dominique said. "You stop editing it. You let it be what it is without deciding in advance whether it's good." Mara was quiet. "That's terrifying," she said. "I know." "I'm not good at not editing things." "You're better at it than you think. You kept Gerald alive." "Gerald is a plant."

He stated firmly, "I don't care what's going on, but you will not harass my guests. Unless you want security to escort you out." As Troy moved to lead me away, I paused, determined to cut all ties with Caleb once and for all. "Everything that happened to Sheena was self-inflicted. Don't believe me? Check the security cameras," I said, pointing to the surveillance camera above us. "And one more thing—Caleb, we're divorced. You and your new girlfriend need to stop bothering me. Thank you." The finality in my voice made Caleb uncomfortable. Troy waited until I finished before leading me back to the party.

"When I found out. I was hurt. Angry. I left." "But you came back." "Yes. Because she chose me. Deleted the manuscript. Returned the money. Proved. That I mattered more than profit. More than her career. More than anything." "Dr. Santos, why did you write the book?" Deep breath. "Fear. Self-sabotage. I. I was falling in love. And I didn't know how to. How to handle it. So I. I tried to control it. Contain it. Make it. Professional. Safe. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake. But when confronted. I chose him. Chose us."

“I thought I already was in the real challenge.” Her smirk faltered, but she quickly recovered. “We’ll see how long you last.” As she walked away, I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening. Caitlyn could scheme all she wanted. I wasn’t going anywhere. When I returned to my room that night, I found my training gear neatly folded on the bed, completely dry and clean. A note lay on top: “Sabotage is the price of ambition. Learn to expect it, and you’ll survive. Ignore it, and you’ll fail. —K”

My gaze remained fixated on the passing trees as I looked out the window, but somehow I simply hoped that he would persist and hold my hand. Try to reassure me that I was overthinking things. You're doing it again. You're questioning your self-worth because of a man. Pathetic. I was dealing with everything at once. Self-sabotage, envy, confusion. My stomach recoiled with anxiety as I tried really hard not to dwell on whatever was happening between us. The drive back home was longer than usual. Or maybe it was because I couldn't wait to step down from the car. I couldn't wait to run.

****** While Kayla was heading home, she knew she was kind of self-sabotaging because she was scared of giving her all to a person that will hurt her again; she was trying not to be all into any relationship again just because of her past experience. "What are you doing, Kay?" She asked herself and sighed.