Queen Of His Twisted Betrayal

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ield himself from my unspoken accusation. He picked up a small pastry bag from the counter, holding it out to me. "I

l that now felt tainted. I remembered seeing him just days ago, through the dashcam footage, buying a similar pastry, but for Cara. He' d even picked up a coffee

ade of normalcy we maintained for the outside world, and

on't like the taste anymore." The sweetness had turned to ash i

he suffocating pretense. But his hand shot out

racking. The annoyance was back in his voice, raw and

ed over me, the world tilting precariously. My

d him filling the air. His arm was wrapped tightly around me, a

ament to a sleepless night. He reached ou

ice. He sighed, a profound sound of relief mixed with exhaust

dy, like my heart, was too tired to fight back. My

my head as I drank, the cool liquid a balm to my parched throat. I

better now?" he asked, his voice soft, laced with a famil

kes, Cameron?" I whispered, my voice barely audible

omfort and confinement. I closed my eyes, drifting back into a fitful slumber, the ling