The Scapegoat Fiancée: I Am No Substitute

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ving tracks through her makeup. "Help

ing to my arm, and a wave

thought you were dying," I said,

gued, her nails diggin

ing her fingers o

to look up into my eyes. I leaned in close, dropping my voice

said. "You stole my life. You dest

her. You chose me. Tonight

anding in the candlelight, her heart in her eyes.

pered, the words tasting l

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The one with the padded walls. She never leaves. She never speaks

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ealizing the cage door was closing. She dragged her nails across

the hall, swallowed b

to the room, heav

into her hands. Marco was staring

in Giuliana's hand. Alessia's s

ulled out my phone. I d

n eternity, followed by the three tone

have dialed is

numb fingers. It hit the

silence of that room, I k