The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
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alked into the room, her lips in a tight smile. The glass of scotch I'd been holdi
impos
s beneath my feet, the amber liquid slowly slipping
ed. "I really a
my face. I shook my head, my eyes twitching as I refu
dget
f glass on the marble tiles. "I thought we already settled this." I yelled hars
throat tighten. "Haven't I suffered enough to get my own happy ending?"
't buy
't going to make
tab me in the back f
step to move on when I was
r hands away. "A happy ending? You want a happy en
sinking deep into my bones. "You've forgotte
mind every time I think about it, darling," she approached me again, but I str
umbled, her voice barely audible
't be wi
uffer for my whole life because of the past? I made
ghed
it wasn't
the cause of everything. Yo
pilled down her cheeks as she pointed at
m from doing it. Do you know how hard it was to live with
gher octave. "I've had enough of your tantrums. I didn't come to li
h horror. "Are you
tone softened as she reached for me. "I've see
n to my very being. "You think you can just chase h
tightened as she
y made her
ing to get
ing to make the past repeat itse
id desperately, holding onto my palm l
d that history mig
o be happy, Bridgette. We both do." She reached out and caressed my cheeks
"Because every time I think about it, It feels like I'm back there ag
again. But instead, she pressed her forehead against mine. "I know it hurts," she whispered. "I know it feels like you'll ne
I spat. "You don't know what it's like to carry this... this thing inside you ev
at you're carrying, Bridg
coul
uldn't bear to face. Instead, I turned away, wrapping my arms aro
bear to look at her, but she still continued. "I know you will. But Bridgette, I can't k
n the air, heavy
e him, before everything fell apart. But those days felt like
whisper. "I can't promise I'll ever be okay with this
s crying with how soft her voice was, but I didn't respond to her last statement. Instea
onder if maybe, just maybe, there was a way to