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you—”
“This house carries sound,” I interrupted quietly. “So do guilty men.”
He stepped closer. “I never wanted this to happen like this.”
“That’s funny,” I said softly. “Because this is exactly how men like you make things happen.”
His carefully rehearsed sadness cracked.
Beneath it sat irritation.
Entitlement.
“I’ve been unhappy,” he snapped.
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