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Scandal in his arms

Scandal in his arms

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Chapter 1 The Breaking Point

Word Count: 1202    |    Released on: 22/08/2026

he door, I knew s

aughter floated out. It was a woman's, followed by his, low

ed the

ely not mine. The Achard cologne he always wore mixed with a strange per

was open half way

our bed were

than me. She was more composed then me, more put together, more polished. Lia

u're back ea

spent the last three years makin

ed looking pained and confused. "

said, looking bored. "Don't

a kid being yelled at and asked what

w?" My voice was weaker

ience. "You're never here, always working those l

late from. I'd tell myself the coldness in his voice was stress. Every lie and every sullen voice note

ee years of me forgiving you. And somehow

clearly uncomfortable now.

make everyth

out for dinner and bought flowers. After the third time, he got drunk, and started to blame the a

e was nowher

ess failed and everything else disintegrated, I kept myself depend

hen I thought this apartment could one day become something secure. I could feel my hands be

u're l

m the satisfaction of seeing m

ons, my charger, and my docs folder which I hid on the bottom most part of my suitcase. It holds all of my most valued papers, m

shed packing. I was planning on taking

say, with confidence returning to his voice.

al, defeated, accepting whatever version of him I would be able

though, he

I grabbed the handle, the w

ow he had a

st guilty feeling. There was nothing to hate her for. I never hated any of t

while acknowledgin

e roll. "This is not a murder situatio

at, it made it

ht before I left. "You always

I had nowher

when the dizziness started. I leaned agains

on, along with the numerous late shifts. But there was a

sults

one call to answer the question I was putting off. Now all I had

f the situation. The fear that had been lingering

me wasn't the worst thing t

tive, I would be stu

ick on direction and got moving with the lug

my arm, and surrounded by the thick night. The hardest par

age in my hand and no plan, stand on the sidiawk with no going bac

aking myself small that every step away from the

hear, their voices almost seemed to belong to a completely diffe

nd me with the street now stretched out in front of me. I was going nowher

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