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... t her for a beat too long.
Her fingers twitched at her side. Goddess give her strength—she wanted to pull out her own hair. She knew Opehlia was sweet. Soft-spoken. Gentle. But this? This level of kindness had officially gone off the rails.
Was it a curse? Was Ophelia’s heart made of cotton and rainwater?
A man had humiliated her. Repeatedly. Left her on the floor like a discarded cloth—and she still looked at him with watery eyes?
No. No, Isabella wouldn’t lose h ...
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