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013 – STUBBORN, MULE-HEADED WOMAN

AMANI

“I hate you…”

Bhyron looks totally distraught. Despite the pain that has my back and thighs cramping, I slide off the table and fix my dress, tears of pain and shame sliding down my cheeks in torrents.

I don’t say another word to him. I don’t even look at him as I make my way to the door. This was all my fault and I take full responsibility for it. It will never happen again. That’s a fact.

I’m almost at the door when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I freeze.

“Amani, listen to me…”

“Get your hands off of me!” I screech, lunging away from him. “The next time your hand touches me, be prepared to lose it.”

My teeth are gritted, my fingers are curled tight and my eyes are blazing with rage. But deep down, my heart is breaking. Deep down, I’m concealing my pain with anger.

Bhyron Macaulay will never see my weak side. That’s a vow.

“You’ve caused enough damage to last a lifetime, Bhyron. I’d advise you to stay away from me.”

I turn to leave once more but he keeps following me.

“Amani, I
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