My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret
r bouncing off the cold marble floors. I was his wife, but
to try. I followed him out, my steps unsteady
ia
ion annoyed. The engin
t, Hailey?
feet from his open car door. "
always sick with something. A headache,
ssed. He looked perfect, a ruthless Nas
s voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "Ever since you drugg
l blow. It was the foundation of his h
hat happened,
what happened. You ruined my life. You
the words tasting like ash. "I need yo
licker of something in his eyes-not belief, but calc
voice flat. "That's a new o
f the car and slid i
aid, looking straight ahead. "Fi
car sped away, leaving me s
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