I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns

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m door cra

hell is

ok in the scene instantly: me, holding a weapon; Kim

was okay. He did not

ip was bruising. He wrenched the vase from my hand and shoved m

shouted, his voice

d her face gently, examining the

ing her face in his chest. "She broke in! S

ching my husband comfort h

I said. My voice sounded small

beads on the vanity. He looked

Azalea. We can b

knew exactly what those beads meant. He had hel

ust jewelry,

his body. "Look at yourself. You are violent. You

ears had vanished. She was smirking-a tiny, vi

wreckage of our marriage, he chose

aged goods," I said. Th

stif

rising. "You told her about the assault. Y

It came up in conversation, Azalea. You are makin

to him. My pain was nothing m

elt a strange calm wash over me. The sadness evaporated, replaced by a

right over the marks she left, digging in until I

horrified. "Wha

man I loved was dead. Standing before me

me, but I moved fast. I reached out and raked my nai

scre

the throat and pinne

h!" he

He was furious. But for the first time, I saw someth

gly sound that bounced off the walls. "You have no ide

ed in

lding down with you i

slid down the wall, still laughing,

onster," Cal

im, wiping the b

from the be