The Price of Deception, A Broken Man
He had the grace to loo
hia gets a little... possessive. Hope she didn't actually hurt you." His apology was casua
leading with her. Just say something. Deny it. Tell me he's a c
mething in her eyes. Recognition? Panic? But it was gone as qu
ck to her shoe. She reached into her designer handbag, pulled out a che
eck out and hel
uld cover any... inconvenience. And a little extra f
thousand dollars. Seve
rifice, of believing in her, w
y of it real? But looking at her cold, empty eyes, I already k
check. She simply let it go, and it
ely. She looped her arm through his, her body language sc
echoing in the now too-quiet lobb
hat probably cost more than the building I lived in. The engine roared to life,
was waiting for the right moment, for her mother's "debt" to be paid off, to ask her to marry me. I rem
s all
I went home to our small, shared apartment. The check f
a framed photo. It was a picture of
illed with tears, the first time she told me the story.
ce, a cold dread washed over me
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led "Mom"
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out that... what e