The Mafia King Obsession
Tanya said firmly, her eyes narrowing like she was trying to convince me with sheer force.
“If I do this, he’ll think I’m a cheat… a liar and he’ll hate me,” I said, tears stinging my eyes. My lips quivered. “And I don’t know why, but imagining his hate… it hurts me more than anything. I don’t want him to hate me, Tanya.”
“Why do you care about his opinion? Why?” she snapped sharply, frustration boiling over. “Let him hate you, let him curse you. Who cares? He’s a monster! He doesn’t deserve your tears or your love. You should care about yourself, not him.”
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