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h shock and horror.

taunting. "You really didn't expect that, right?"

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p forward, his hands wanting to

ly, "Sara, don't ma

not to make a scene? You've been cheating on me for a year, David! A

n't have," he snapped, h

ut me like a knife. "What...

u're not exactly perfect, you know. You're boring. Predictable. And, honestly? You were never really the kind

the words, slamm

more bitter. "You don't challenge me. You don't inspire

f my eyes, blurring my sight.

face set in a

u don't have the connections I need. Emma does

r smile dripped with satisfaction. "He's right, Sara. You and David?

then glared at her, " Get out,

me?" she

med. it ripped out of my c

y arm. "Stop, Sara. You're on

ng a fool of myself? You lied to me, David! You lied for a whole fuckin

f nuisance. "You're not listening, Sara. I

word left my tongue and burned a fire trail

turned to look at Emm

I had to reach out for the ed

. "I. I thought we were getting married.

exchanged a look with David, h

ok, then him. "W

up at the corners. "Sara, Emma a

art s

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hite envelope. She held it out to me with her smil

s your offici

eavy in my palms, the weight like a thing that would c

the very same resort I had se

d my mouth, but no

out ending, but I couldn't move,

softer now, almost pitiful

o

my legs were shaking and at any moment, I was convinced, t

leaving the house. The next

harp aching gasp in reaction every time I breathed out. City lights blurred past in t

have cried out, but then there

e baby. About everything. But

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