Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret
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the top, nothing he could do. I was the scapegoat for a supposed error, fired from the co
something in his expression before it was gone, and he walked right past me without a word, leaving a sharp pain in my chest. I hailed a cab
ptions, but I kept them hidden. He finally came home, his tension easing when I told him I just had a cold. He
ars ago, he paid off my mother's gambling debts, turning me into his "kept woman." I was dutiful, obedient, supp
ecker," she sneered, slapping me hard across the cheek. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Nathan came back, but his mai
ent. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. He didn't wipe it away. Our thr
tten our agreement? Unless one of us dies, I am the one who decides when we pa
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