Marrying My Ex for Revenge

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d you exactly what you lost." He wipes down th

t in the wron

now she's with

with some

or just

the diff

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h that fo

n unknown number: Hurt her a

friend. The one who held her t

essage. Then I t

ause what else

re you doing this? You think six months of groveling e

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t it. She's not the same girl

dots disappear and don't come back. I pay my

oss the street, wait

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's date is at eight. "Le Bernardin. Pa

don't

ust . . ." I trail off

n feels like walking

th a clear view of the resta

this isn'

's healthy

. Get some rest. Pl

w that

car pulls up.

step

ning. Red dress. Different from the Arm

ver her shoulders. She's wearing it

car pulls u

. He's wearing a charcoal suit and he's smiling

. He says somet

forgotten what her re

his arm. S

rant together, and I coul

an. This is the consequence-watching her be h

voice is gentle.

sounds rough. "

until the restaurant d

*

s I left it this morning.

to the window. Central Park spreads out be

on the counter

s, arranging the perfect grand gesture

pen my night

t ring sits i

. I pick it up, and the inscription catch

chance to read the promise I'd engraved i

even when I bo

upid enough to beli

ept her. That I could have both-my

ose

her fall in love with

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tially say: Elena Sinclair owns you for s

y constructed legal trap.

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don't know how to prove I've ch

rying to become the

eone who couldn't look a

ed me w

dead and I finally realized I've

running from h

from the fact that I w

Someone who puts

econd chance. You do

o know-this isn'

Marcus, I'd still be standing in you

rove I'm not th

w you that some p

in you back. I don't ev

ve years wondering what would have

the signi

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hat's pathetic, but I needed to see you happy. Even if

It's too honest.

before I can

nt ring. I should put it back in the drawer. Should a

slip it int

ext six months, I become the ma

uzzes one

e, Adrian. Stalking isn

art s

. Or someo

lready home. C

'll need your rest. Tomorro