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y front door of the penthouse swung open

uch brusque force that his shoulder clipped mine as h

d him clo

lk-in closets, carelessly throwing my silk dresse

oing?" I asked,

row of my dresses aside. "Elena is getting an IV drip at the clin

cold, sterile clinic room I was in just yesterday. I thought abou

g how my voice trembled. "You promised yo

phina," he snapped, finally pulling the cashmere bla

that had borne the weight of his neglect, gave a soft, fi

throat, raw and violent. "How could you abandon me when I was

ed at me, his eyes filled wi

ck, his voice echoing off the walls. "You are being comp

et into a black duffel bag, zi

h, forcing him to stop

reaking on his name. "Honor your vow of

nother word. He walked out of the

My two packed suitcases we

my suitcase out of his way. The heavy bag skidded across th

r," he threw callous

hind him. The sound echoed through the

dden silence of the apartment was a roaring in my e

gs burned and my thr

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ed notification icon. He had actu

hand, a cold, hard resolve settling deep in my

final, dam

e betrothal

against the sofa's velvet, I rose. The worn leather handles of my battered suitcases fe

t wind whipped my hair across my face as I clea

er night wind howling around me, I

isive keystrokes, I permanently erased my biometric data from the security

the one monitored by every family in the

nt is officially disso

last tie to him. I climbed the meta

into the dark night sky, pulling me far away from the city and the man who had broken me. I cl