Chapter25
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„don’t give me that typical cheater’s chant,” she snapped, her voice laced with venom and disdain, each word biting me hard
Weeping with rape, she unleashed her rage. “You were spending time with a dancer, since you didn’t return to the resort, the whole night – you pathetic
Se don’t try to feed me bullshit, it always means something! Her voice roared like thunder, trembling with disgust, and I could feel the seismic waves of beer fury radiating off her
I was left standing there, múte and helpless, my mind a jumble of fragmented thoughts and unspoken pleas. The silence between us was a tunnel, a vast and uncressable expanse that seemed to grow wider with every passing moment. I was speechless, my voice lost in the depths of my own regret.
In a desperate bid to reconnect, to feel the comfort of her presence and temporarily escape the hellish reality, Finched closer, my hands reaching out like a supplicant
“Don’t come any closer,” she warned, her voice icy and detached, “I don’t like the smell of cheaters.” I could see the revulsion in her eyes as she shrank back, her body language screaming discomfort and disdain, as if my very presence was now repellent,
“Doll, please,” I pleaded, my voice laced with desperation, as 1 inched closer. But her gaze was unforgiving, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made my skin crawl I swew, the way she stared at me, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal, seemed to say she wanted me to die right there and then
“You think you’ll go fuck someone and come back crawling to me, and I’ll just forgive and forget, and we’ll walk down the aisle like nothing’s wrong? Do seems that pathetic to you? She yelled, her voice shattering the air, each word a razor–sharp accusation, her tone dripping with outrage, hurt, as if the very idea was an attront to her dignity and self–worth.
“I was drink,” I protested, my voice barely above a whisper, but Karissa’s glare cut through the haze, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made my gat twist in regret. Her gene was a cold, hard slap, ten times worse than any words she could have hurled at me
“Oh, now you’re going to use the ‘Twas blacked out line?” She exclaimed, her voice rising to a venomous crescendo, her words dripping with scom and disgust
She hissed like an anaconda ready to strike, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she was ready to swallow me whole and then chop my bones into tiny pieces, one by one, her anger and betrayal coiled around her like a living thing, poised to unleash its full fury upon me,
“I love you, Doll,” I confessed, my voice cracking with desperation, the words tumbling out in a frantic bid to salvage what was left of our shattered relationship. “I swear, it was a big fucking mistake, “I pleaded, my eyes locked on hers, searching for a glimmer of forgiveness, my voice heavy with remorse, as if the weight of my mistake was crushing me. But my words seemed to hang in the air, hollow and insincere, as if I was trying to convince myself more than her.
“No, cheating is never a mistake, never!” She spat, her voor venomous and unforgiving, the words shooting out like a bullet. “It’s always a fucking choice,” she snarled, ber eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, as if the very idea that I could downplay my infidelity as a mistake was an insult. Her tone was a slap in the face, a rejection of my feeble attempt at excuse–making, and a slapping reminder that my actions had been deliberate, calculated, and
“Please,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation, as a sense of utter despair washed over me. “I can’t live without you,” I begged, the words tumbling out in a frantic bid to hold on to what was slipping away, I felt all sorts of disastrous emotions sinking inside me – the weight of my mistakes, the crushing loss of her trust, the loneliness and uncertainty that yawned open before me with open arms.
“So tragic,” she said, her voice laced with a mix of pain and defiance, “I can’t say the same. I may be hurt and broken, even destroyed,” she acknowledged, bet tears flowing like a river, “But what I am not is helpless and blind.” She wiped her tears away with a fierce gesture, as if scrubbing off the weakness. “Tam not going to come running back to you,” she declared, her jaw set in determination. “I will be strong, and I will move on from this. My life is worth so much more than loving you,” she barlord with venom, as she turned away
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“Doll-“1 began, my voire cracking with emotion, but she raised a hand, her palm facing me like a shield, stopping me in my tracks. flashing a warning,
(1) to say “don’t even think about it,” her gesture a clear boundary between US.
The air was beavy with tension as she stood there, her hand still raised, her gaze unwavering, daring me to try hesitated, my words dying on my lips, as I realized I lead lost the right to even speak her namne
and cross the line she had drawn, I
“Get out! Get out this instant” she shouted, her voice echoing of the walls as she spun away from me, her body language a clear rejection. “I don’t want to see your cheating face!” she spat. Then, she yelled for her brother and my friend
“Conwol Dexter! Get this out of my sight
spine as I malteed I was no longer welcome, and deliberate, my fate qached.
The names were echoing of the bonds I had broken, the trust I had shattered. I felt a chill run down my I was now an enemy in this once–familiar space. The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, heavy
ger
