The Story She Became

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d too bright for my tired eyes. The painkillers were making me drowsy. My cane click

of Words Written-not my version,

. I watched Elena signing books and sipping champagne like she belonged. And maybe she did. I sold the st

Is tha

ped my heart. I turne

, forcing a polite s

ped an empty glass onto

er companion asked, giggli

st out l

d," Miss Royce muttered. "You mus

of me was glad it got th

for her. She worked hard

nother glass of wine. Her eyelid

accident on my husband," she hissed suddenly.

ghtening. My chest ached. Tears stung my eyes. B

ur money too?" she sneered. "Well, bad for you-he

e silence after t

ing little bitch," she spat. "No

I needed to get out

looking all

e a heroine in one of her books. She w

a stiff smile. "It's not every d

coldly, "I hope you weren

Royce said, walking off with a sc

ispered, eyes warm and sharp. "It would've h

. "Seeing it reminded me of who I used to

d and kissed my c

uests," I said, stepping back. "I

s I limped toward the bar.

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someone whisp

seduced Lila Ma

. Gave her the bo

y tears. But one fell. Then another. A

who

ention

ital b

ears. My cane shook in my grip as I left the ball

to be here," someone sni

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the divorc

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fr

iew, and what I

a. Kissing. L

ly, like villains

Elena said sweetly.

pered, voice breaking

nd for what? So you could turn that bastard into

ila said, waving he

leg fixed," Elen

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