had been a met
award, every late nig
er of a political dynasty, my chi
posed to be our moment, the culmination of yea
g my success, she arrived
hen I confronted her, she deliv
ng, Ethan," she declared, her voice cold and
shattered
to cling to hope, but she pulled
ment party-not t
n, she slapped me, hissing, "Le
my exile to a remote, struggling
reatening accident, Spence sent me a cruel wedding al
ondering: how could the woman I dedic
e trash, my achievements m
ect" to them, unwo
burned deeper
death, a park ranger
ut my past, my ambi
enuine love was, hea
ston, not as a broken man, but w
ally put the past, a