His Cruel Game, Her Broken Heart

hborhood, a safe space for underprivileged kids to create and express

, but she had to go. For the kids. For her

under her eyes and the pale, gaunt look of her face. S

enter swarmed her, their faces bright

genuine smile touched her lips

ing. Mr. Evans went on

his voice filled with emotion. "Her vision and dedication have give

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id everything. She brought the proposal to Mr. Dalton, sh

standing in the front row, looking

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, took the microphone, an

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h and charming. "But he is mistaken. The idea for this center

r in a gesture that looked intimate but felt like a shac

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flashed in her face. Rep

s, are you

man in Holden and Est

he kidnapping t

olden, her last bit of hope crumbling. She as

fiancée, or am I

his face unreadabl

as her

his people, she was nothin

e for the past three years-it all col

e and pulled out her marriage license. The one

for all the c

ately, she tore it in

fetti. They fluttered down around her, lit

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e could hear him calling her name, but his voice

rabbing her arm. He dragged her

to the penthouse

he said, his voice cold. "You'll

he outside world. He treated her not like a jilted

e days blurred into one another. She didn't cry. She didn't scre

to visit, a triumpha

the most hated woman i

iled, a vacan

moment of kindness, who broke the news. She sl

munity Arts Director Dies of

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ent to his family. On it, in cheerful icing, were the words:

ng. This was the final straw. They hadn't just

from her poorer days. She paid off a maid, and while Holden and Estella were out celeb