The Fiancé Who Chose Another

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since the sun set, the only light coming from the muted glow of the television screen, where the viral video of Jacob' s latest public spectacle playe

, met mine. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The air was thick, suffocating, with the unspoken weight of his

ically, towards the remote, his hand shaking as he pressed the power button. The screen wen

bowed. A pathetic, desperate figure. I watched him, my heart a hollow space in my chest. There was no surge of anger, no fres

ke. A terrible mistake." He looked up, his eyes pleading, brimming with unshed tears. "It won' t happen again. I swear. It was the last ti

the last time. But then I got the message, she was desperate, cornered. I just... I had to help. It was pure p

How many times had that word been his shield, his excuse, his

ity. My dignity. My hope. Our future." I watched his eyes flicker, a shadow of discomfort crossing his face. He

ruggling artist' soul. Your pity led you to assault a man three years ago, turning you into a public spectacle and me into a laughingstock." I ticked off the points on my fingers, each word

u know that wasn' t my intention. I love you. I always have. Kierra

w yourself into it with a passion you rarely show for anything else. For our relationship. For our future." My gaze was

ying to take my hand, to pull me into his embrace. "Audra, ple

decisive movement. The contact w

you really giving up, Audra? After everything? After all these years?" He dropped his head, his voice a b

arted giving up long ago, Jacob, doesn' t get to ask for loyalty n