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been delivered to M

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to watch her roll her eyes as she moaned my nam

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knew exactly how relentless she could be. But I was do

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lowed a plan. N

a mistake. I wasn't built for marriage. My parents didn't help either. They wanted a daughter-in-law, and Susanne

acts, crises. And always my parents-pushing, dem

'd forcefully arranged with the Georges. I listened half-

down toward the

was all

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s, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail. Effortless. Fresh. Stunn

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ned it, and handed it back.

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somehow, impossibl

idence behind. His gifts remain untouched in my room-neatly arranged, unopened-while the flowers he sent sit dying slowly in their va

even say

to name. I stepped into the elevator, pressed the button-and was denied. The same elevator that had granted

son

esn't like

y the gifts? W

ed the hallway. Drifted from corner to corner like a ghost haunting my own unease, half-hoping fate m

w I wanted

eded

I di

hing. By then, doubt had begun to settle deep in my chest. Maybe he'd already checked out. Maybe

f reading-just something to occupy my hands. I'd come here to reset my life. To breathe. To escape expecta

him, betraying every reason I'

ed I couldn't even remember the last

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uzzed

mot

. Passive, aggressive complaints about how

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t I wasn't sure I'd ever truly wanted it at all. That the woman who had sa

ve enough to tell her t

as dating her

childre

is time with a different purpose. I searched Logan's name on Instagram, desperate for any

sister's pro

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and then my breath caught in my throat. Her hand was intert

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oll past when the

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g inside

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bouquet delivered to her. Every gift signed from your man. Every soft

had worked mys

had defended w

m I was supp

augh and a sob, as the truth finally settled in my ches

my room, telling myself I wasn't crying.

fractured. My chest ached with a pa

eone else had stepped in. I leaned against the door, wiping my cheeks again

tly. He doesn't deserve t

you o

came from

ga

ad left standing. I turned toward him, but I couldn't real

hesitate. He simply stepped forw

I br

humiliation, heartbreak, exhaustion. All of it. He held me as though

red softly, over and

ehow...

first name was all I knew. This wasn't William. This

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