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Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

Author: Gavin
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1139    |    Released on: 23/07/2025

drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he

n home who had plastic surge

dren stood before me

mommy home," they said.

, then deliberately cut her own le

ng, he didn't hesitate.

g with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you kille

the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The

my room, ripped the dress from

ht I wou

, picked up the divorce papers I had alread

pte

in my body. It was a dull throb

let myself belie

ng was even, his handsome face peaceful in the morning light. He looked

ighteen-year-old girl and the man she' d loved her whole life. He' d

nd out I w

true love, his childhood sweetheart Everleigh Mathews,

me for t

his house. The only time he touched me was in the dead of nigh

d been one of

whole life like this, loving him from a distance, accepting the scraps of attentio

s a

ed exactly like Everleigh. A perfect, walkin

and daughter, stood in front

mommy home," they said.

d held onto for so long was fina

from the Arnold family' s life, packing away every pho

nd dialed a number I h

y mind. Lend me the money,

e could answer, my

bitter now, not sweet. I cried silently, t

apped an arm around my waist, pulling m

cry,

tenderness, a ghost of

ath was ruled an accident, but Emit always believed I had something to do with it. The brake lines of

cancel the wedding, but my pregnancy and the pressure from our

r laugh. It was a

s. Arnold, Mr. Arnold has a gue

chest. A guest? Was he trying to make things

bird. I remembered being a little girl, trailing after him, and how

d. I turned, a smile

hen I

eside him was the woman from yesterday.

ct replica. It

oris, you remember me, don't

ther's adoptive da

unable to look away. "What

eyes. "I just wanted to look like the person

d buried her head in Emit' s chest. "Emit, I think

ctively around her. His sister, Isadora Galloway,

the lady of the house? Y

at disfigured her. She blamed me, of course, though the truth was far more

oor, frozen, for what

stand there all day?" It was Emit. The brief warmth from the

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