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n, my mind replaying the scene I had just witnessed-Ben, the man I thought I would marry, tangled in the sheets with my

ison, "Clara, please, let me explain."

nd yet, here I was, standing at the threshold of the apartment we had shared, watching the two people I lov

rned away from them and fled the apartment, slamming the door behind me. The cold evening

crowded cafés and stores, the world moving around me as if everything was normal. But I

Ben's face flickered in my mind, his expression shifting from guilt to indifference. Lily's

ed to look at it to know who it was. Ben had called three times already. I ignor

. How long had this been going on? Had

te of anger bu

t wasn't just the apartment that I couldn't bear. It was everything that had been bui

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inutes. She didn't know it yet, but Clara Mat

he café a few times over the last week. She was often lost in thought, her eyes distant and heav

rritory of my work. Clara's pain was written all over her face today, as she w

r pain. What I cared a

lid into the driver's seat. "Boss, it's time," he muttered. I

no intention of getting involved emotionally with anyone, let alone a woma

much to believe in love. My mother's betrayal had made sure of that. But I

creen and saw the name of one of my associates. "I'll deal with it late

epped into an alleyway. I di

low her," I

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tling sensation that crawled up my spine. It wasn't the usual anxiety I felt when I

streets were relatively empty, but the shadow that moved just behind me ma

just my mind playing tricks, but something told me to keep moving. I duc

f the alley, a figure stepped out f

eath catching

ommanding. A chill ran through me as I looked up to mee

indifference, yet there was something about him that made my pulse race. His tailo

to flee, but he was too fast. He grabbed

hissed, struggl

zed. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his v

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than I expected, but it didn

al was already in motion, and no one crossed me. Not ev

sn't the first woman to be terrified of m

see something else there. A spark of defi

she demanded, v

to say, but because I didn't need to. The question was ir

ecognized until now, wasn't something I was used to. Bu

ld understand. Eventually, she would under

name carrying all the weight it was