KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS
Diva stepped forward, spraying a fine mist of holding spray that smelled heavily of artificial flowers and chemicals, sealing the look.
I slowly stood up, my legs feeling weak, like poured lead beneath me. I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the salon, staring at the stranger looking back at me. Behind the heavy, flawless makeup, the perfectly contoured cheekbones, and the expertly styled hair, my eyes looked haunted. They were the eyes of someone who had already felt the cold slice of betrayal, someone who had died and crawled her way back from the grave. They were ancient, deadly serious, and entirely detached from the beautiful doll in the mirror.
I wasn't just play
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