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Sarah: story of my life.

Sarah: story of my life.

Author: Enidhills.
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Chapter 1 Sarah.

Word Count: 1133    |    Released on: 17/01/2025

Murderer

t everyone

But did I set the hou

n City, and I used to be a fashion designer. Three

e were enemies. When they died, I wasn't exactly grieving. Instead, I was... relieved. They were gone, and though I hadn't wielded the da

eave the past be

ke a second chance, but it doesn't. It just feels hollow. Even though I kno

ous Edgar-used his wealth and influence to secure my bail. Wasn't that sweet of

enemy of mine, is the last person I want to see. He's been cheating on me for years, wi

thank him for his "kindness," and then p

air with Miss Julie-the nanny. But three years in prison have made me numb to my own an

r is one of Ashton City's elite

person staring back at me feels like a stranger. My once-bright eyes are dull, my skin pale, my hair lifeless. The vibrant

ye. It was fancy but quiet, with only a handful of people inside. Something about it pulled me in-the soft

taxi, completely forg

. Confiscated by the cops three years ago. The only thing I had was a scarf, a few pieces of jewe

ened to call the cops, raising his voice loud enough to draw attention. I ha

aid. "It should

ab it, a man appeared out

for her,"

st men. Most of them were vile, and I'd had e

you," I s

fed. "You have no money, and you're

the man. He was staring at the ba

he said. "Do you even kn

s worth," I snapped. "I ju

clear. I handed the bangle to the driver and walk

me again. How was I going to get home now? Would I have

es holding antique bottles and old photographs, giving the space a timeless feel. Th

me here?"

sinking onto a st

et you a

. "Just wat

wander. Three years. Three years of my life wasted in a cold, dark cell. Three years of lonel

t forever. But sitting here, in this quiet bar, I

It was the man from earlier-the one who'd tried to pay

y," he said, his to

any longer than I had to,"

down on the stool next to mine. "Yo

Ashton Ci

t seem like the type t

at?" I asked, n

g up his hands defensively

k to my glass of water. I di

he way," he said

n't r

you

ant to have this conve

kled. "Fai

able. For a brief moment, I let myself forget about

w it woul

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