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I get my violin?”
Vivian ignored her.
“I loved you, Preston. Did that mean nothing?”
For one second, something flickered across his face.
Regret, maybe.
Guilt.
Then it was gone.
“It’s over, Vivian,” he said. “We want different things. You’re not happy here, and I’m not happy with you. Let’s end this cleanly.”
“Cleanly,” she repeated.
The word tasted bitter.continue reading …
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