Revenge Is Sweet When Love Dies

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out near the stage

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swift, decisive movement tow

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I felt all the way up to my teeth. The world dissolved i

I could see in my mind's eye was Blake's back as h

the medical tent, a paramedic wrap

whimpering in the background. "Shit, Lis, I'm so sorry. I can

, the words thick with pain and disbelief

is voice impatient, "but

c, cloying whine, "Blake, please don't

he said, the finality i

ne wen

rs. He was holding a small, velvet box from Tiffany's. Inside

h a raw, animal panic. It was the look of a man who see

lasp around my wrist. The diamonds felt cold against my skin. "It will n

ist, a glittering apology for his abandonme

se to bel

g his perfect future for a