Broken Vows And Paris Lights: My New Beginning

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history on the very steps where h

hrobbing under the makeshift bandage, watching Bennett guide Aria up the

g the same sweeping motions, the same reverent tilt o

ycling our

he quiet hum of the museum. She looked vibrant, young, and

as the future we're b

like a physical

ak implies there is something

er wing of the museum. I didn't want to see them. I wanted to find t

gyptian exhibit. Hidden behind a pilla

ll pocket knife and etched *B & K - Forever* into the stone. It was vand

nd th

int, worn by time,

rev

t looked like a scar

ut a coin. It was a quarter. The meta

hink. I ju

of metal on stone that set my teeth on edge. I scraped harder. Dust fell to the floor. I wa

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gned innocence wrapping

e. I didn't

footsteps approaching, echoing on the marble. "

was shaking, white-knuc

waist. He looked at me, then at the wall, then back at

d, his voice weary. "You'

ce hoarse. "You engraved a promise h

to her designer clutch and pulle

r palm were a pair of cufflinks. Sapphire and silver. I had bought them for Bennett fo

r head. "He likes the lighter ones I bought him. He told me t

sed the

th a dull thud and c

so casual, so absol

ght to touch th

d. Aria's eyes widened. She took a dramatic step back,

her hip bumping into a glass displ

ase w

hing her stomach. "My baby

e. I hadn't

ashed into the wall, the glass sha

flew ev

enough. A jagged piece of glass sliced across my for

Bennet

e the blood dripping from my arm.

g her up into his arms as i

tomach?" He was frantic, checki

in his neck. "And I'm scared. She tried to

arm. The pain was sharp, stinging, bu

I said. "I'

ack holes. There was no recognition in th

Look at what you've become

," I said, but the

djusted Aria in his arms, hold

as final. It was a gavel striking wood. "Stay away from me. A

lked

lass and a broken marriage, bleeding onto the m