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... the cold porcelain vase, the weight of it heavy and trembling in my hands as if it carried every ounce of betrayal in my chest.
My heart hammered so loud that I could barely hear the moans echoing from the bedroom anymore.
My vision blurred with hot tears, but I didn’t care anymore, I wanted blood... His blood to be precise.
The man I had defended, the man I had loved against all reason, was lying in bed with another woman like everything we shared had meant nothing.
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