y's
. Then, the shock melted, and his lips slowly
, stepping toward me
oid of the love that used to
r and carrying over the sudden hush. "What
tanding just behind me. His expression darken
back. He turned his loving, pained gaze
the cameras. "We'll fix everything. As for the wedding, we can fix the date. You c
u be so sure I'd ever
was the deal. This was never about love. So stop telling everyone your lies." I tu
y girlfriend," he hissed, forgetting t
past tense hang in the air. "But I found out I was dat
ded in a roar o
. "I'm right here. If you all want to know what really
d. "Miss Sinclair, are you saying there's more to the story?
hame. His act was completely gone, replace
ut. I'm not the girl he used to manipulate. I'm not the pawn he could co
n't just 'run away.' I explicitly ended my ties with the Anderson family, right in f
press conference. Unless, of course, the goal was to paint me as the villain before I had a ch
s a low, desperate hiss. "Can we please talk about this in priva
tretched, trying to grab my arm,
stumbled back, a strangled gasp tearing from my throat. This was
with a revulsion so deep it made me s
a collective, shar
terror, and every single reporter saw it. The cameras went wild,
why did you re
threat
ed to g
fast, "That's all," I said, my voice sha
he cheated with!" one of t
ing frozen, his face a mask of pale, murderous
urve of my lips, but I ke
n. "Let's just say... it was someone
en one, the sharp-eyed woman from before, sh
a, your hal
st s
eld that smile, letting the silence b
teps, Matteo was there. His big, powerful arm wrapped around my waist like a steel band
d; he simply moved, and they pa
nd the door slammed shut before th
tel, leaving a hurricane of baffled
the chaos, my hea
the more enterta
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