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I like her.

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It’s been fourteen days.

I can’t sleep.

Every time I close my eyes I see his face.

I smell him all around this damn house.

He’s haunting me. I grab my phone.

Still no texts, still no calls.

He’s not home.

I shouldn’t care where he is. This is what I wanted. I wanted him gone, I wanted him to leave me alone and he has.

Then why do I feel like this? I can feel the sting before the tears well up.

Damn it.

I hate him.

He broke me.

He forced me to marry him.

Made me wait three months before he dragged my ass here.

Then he tried to blackmail me in to fucking him.

He’s been watching me for the past five years, chasing men away from me.

Ruining the trajectory of my life and notoncedid he call or text.

I didn’t change my number until last year.

Last fucking year thinking that maybe justmaybehe would call.

Even with Russell. Sweet, kind, Russell. I still held out on amaybefor Angelo Amato.

But then I gave up. I finally let go, I changed my number.

And boom! He forces a marriage.

No warning.

No word.

When I was finally free, finally letting go of wishful thinking. Of what ifs. Of my private shame. My secret.

That I still loved Angelo Amato.

And thiswholedamn time he still loved me or whatever twisted feelings he felt to stalk me.

And now?

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