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Chapter 3

Word Count: 757    |    Released on: 05/01/2026

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bitterl

tion against the icy chill that

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as a

frame in

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ed triu

he said, his voice e

" I sh

dn't

een too simple fo

y wooden table and slamm

ttered with a

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dn't

etween us in two long st

p was l

the table despi

he said, his tone dangerously

ed my h

nto the broken glass

il it bled to ke

d into my skin w

, staining the white of my wed

s voice devoid of emotion. "You broke it. Not me. Y

eased

t against my chest as it thr

onto the col

monster," I

rected coldly. "And yo

alked away with

learn how to apologize," h

locking the heavy door behin

one in t

ed at

at the ru

s face in the pictu

my pocket wit

given me on our first anniversary. I

re a stack of old files and box

box labele

es he wrote when he was tryin

em onto the

ed the

ancing in the drafty r

it onto

caught

love and forever cur

top of the sta

framed by the ligh

l first-aid kit

h a hollow pl

tting an infection and dying before the g

I asked, looking up at her s

le sound. "You lied to me. You told me Marc

fr

g us to the Feds. Brennan executed him. I told you he left so you

old me you ordered the hit because you didn't want a

you," I said, desp

," Breann spat. "Ro

mmed th

ning lies, opening the first a

out the

the glass out

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