A Dog Instead of His Son
They kissed like no one else existed, Tracey's hands sliding under Peter's suit jacket, shameless.
The smug confidence she'd always flaunted dissolved in an instant. Panic took its place.
She lunged, slapping the tablet out of my hands mid-livestream. Then, as if possessed, she screamed, "You're insane! Don't you get it? Peter stopped loving you a long time ago!
"He's mine—he's always been mine! We were each other's first love, and we never got over it!
"We've been together for ages!"
Peter's face turned pale. "That's not true!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Freya, listen to me! I was drunk that night—I don't even remember what happened!"
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