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... and cold.
Ethan didn’t back down. He lunged forward, his hands gripping my upper arms so tightly I knew they would bruise. "Fuck yes it is my business, Scarlett!" he roared, his face inches from mine. "You are my fiancée!"
The word felt like a slap. I shoved his hands away with every bit of strength I had, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my throat. "Fake, Ethan!" I yelled, the sound echoing in the room. "It’s fake. It’s not real, and you know it."
Ethan flinched, a deep ...
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