Love for revenge
I snap, storming toward my room and grabbing the small notebook I found last night—the one where I jotted down formulas that kept haunting my thoughts, along with a few I’d crafted specifically for Oliver.
When I return to the living room, he’s still sitting, as if rooted to the spot. I toss the notebook onto his lap. The gesture leaves him speechless.
“There. Enough perfume formulas to get your revenge on Oliver. And I’ll even give you the name of the man who betrayed you.”
“That’s not necessary,” he mutters, finally standing.
“Yes, it is. That way, we’re done. His name is Leroy. Satisfied now? Do you think maybe, just maybe, you can stop hurting me like Oliver did? Or do you believe I have
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