His Promise, Her Ruin
ect, became an overnight sensation. The narrative was perfect: a grieving widow, sup
y headline was about Hazel. Every article featured a g
gle-minded purpose, pulling my clothes from the closet,
l damp from a shower. He saw t
re you
loset," I said wit
Good. Listen, Hazel is making her first public appearance at
ct. I had designed i
nt me t
ng from relief to command. "As a senior a
port her? You want me to stand there and
etty, Clara. She's my sister-i
y to kiss your sister-in-l
. "We were drunk.
er my award a
," he snapped. "She's sweet and understa
king angelic in a white dress. "Clara, are yo
linting with triumph. She kn
he world," I said, my voi
l clung to my arm, pretending we wer
me," she gushed to a reporter.
tight, painful st
ge connecting two sections of the tower, hundreds of fe
id brightly, stepping ont
feigned fear making the bridge tremble. Several t
ful," I warned,
mirk on her face. "D
ell, her hand shot out and grabbed my safety line.
st my ears. I hit the safety net below with a sickening thud
pain, I saw Kason
right p
scious" on the bridge. He gathered her
roared at the site manager. "
forward, apolo
arms, whimpering. "
breath an agony. No one was looking at m
a'am, can you hear me? We're ca
f second, his expression cold and annoy
treaming down her face. "Clara! Are you okay?"
n Kason's chest. "I did
re at Lily that
ra should have been more careful. No
it was nothing compared to the pa
ainst the sky, my tower, and a single tear escape
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