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... o tightly her knuckles were white. She was trembling, not from fear, but from a rage so pure and cold it felt like ice in her veins. She looked at the man on the bed.
Carlos, the man she had sacrificed everything for—her dignity, money, her future—was lying there, dirty and indifferent, as if he hadn’t just destroyed their lives with his incompetence.
She scoffed. It was a harsh, ugly sound that broke the silence like a dropped glass.
"I was blind," Ashlyn said, her voice ...
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