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then Emily. "I d
s hand and starts leading her away. "Stop being
ing in this house," I say, my
They're already ha
e! Take her back to wherever you picke
over your head. If I say she's staying, she's staying. If you don't like
d you do this?" I say. "Don't walk away
d to move your things into the guest room. I'm not sharing a
't move. I can't breathe. I hear them whispering and giggling as they
om suddenly f
and run outside, needing to escape. I don'
rd, asks as I approach, breathless. He's wiping
my hand.
a'
n keys,
why I need Ryan's car when I have my own. Honestly, I don't know eithe
en, let me
n. I'll dr
driveway and speed
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manicure and pedicure, just to get my mind off things. Things that involve Ryan. But I'm no longer in the mood to get my feet and hands pampered. It's not even be
iness. The last therapist I spoke with said it's a defense mechanism. That I'm in denial of
hell. Ryan. Emily. The th
at I need
e nearest bar
ell the bartender. "Neat
g ni
to talk abou
the burn in my throat. It's harsh, but it's better than
ot, I hear someone cal
yes locked on mine. Before I can react, he's wrapping his arms aroun
"Who the he
t," he whispers in my ear. "I
away, a furious-look
it. You can't
, still keeping his arm around me. "Veronica, w
't Veronica,
ght, sorry. I get those mixed up somet
f my wedding ring, and I nea
me. "You marrie
what to say,
. "He spends one night with you and
n. A one-night st-" Luke beg
you,
off, leaving the two of
ker. At least she's off my back now." He turns to me, smil
e angry lady once stood. It all happened so fast.
t two,"
uke s
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