na
ts-a new penthouse overlooking the city, a cherry
of my stolen future that served as a
card. I took his ashes out on a small boat
on
e to the funeral.
lilies, a flower I've always despised. I threw
called thre
casual, as if he were a
o hear about
not tightened
tuary over his life,"
on. "Elena, it was a good PR win. You
ackground, a high, tinkling s
g shopping later,
r of love I had for Kill
t... w
ce papers. Killian had made me sign a prenup ye
ame, Elena Ramos, and sent a picture of the documen
anted to
artment Killian and I had shared, back before the money and
hroat. Killian's black Maybach was parked right below our o
rs, my hand trembling as I fitted the old
aked open, a
irst photo together used to hang. He was kissing her, his hands tangl
d from shadow in the ha
r lips, his voice thick with possession. "I'm tearing i
sing me. E
ing down our past to
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