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canvas before her, a superheroine with fiery red hair was frozen in an awkward
ain. A low, insistent hum. She'd silenced it an hour ago, trying to build a wall of work
as chaos. Dozens of notifications. Instagram tags, Twitter mentions, miss
en lit up aga
swered
tripped of its usual breezy humor. "Don't as
he pulled the phone away an
the very top of trending: Ry
hand tangled in Sienna Sterling's blonde hair. His lips pressed against hers in a
ed thin, suffocating. Below the photo, the comments r
r him. She's like a porcelain doll with
from sadness, but from a sudde
eholder. Ryan dese
ally breaking free fr
talked about her as if she weren't
of shame was already receding, replaced by
New York City. For two years, she had lived in this gilded cage, playing the perfect Astor wife. G
stor family lawyer slid a prenuptial agreement across a mahogany desk. Ryan hadn't even been there. It was a
e volume button until the phone went completely silent. She knew what that call would be-a ca
this
rs. Waiting for him to say it again. Remembered the late nights in this apartment, staring at his photos, trying to find one shred of sincerity in that perfe
him. She had been a footnote.
. When she opened them, there were
her phone, knuckles white. The anger was a solid thing inside her n
o, past the hashtags, diving back into the toxic swam
ooking fo
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