Shattered Trust, Silent Scars

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sh leather usually a comfo

ainment system, which should have been on my classical playlist, was synced to a ne

in my car.

was about to call Sylvia and demand an e

't calling t

you to take

was rushed

talking about?

n the watch, but he doesn't have the auction receipt, and

n my car,

us. He just needed a ride. Stop being

dn't care. The invasion of my space, the blat

ng him." It was

humiliated! I'll be hom

hung

mocking me from the screen. The trust, the respect, the entir

. I didn't call her

nd

ea

the p

t pa

vor

her end. "Are you sure, Nate? This

r, Andy. Then she lef

t it done. The pre-nup is ironclad, but t

looking at the empty pas