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CHAPTER 30

Carla clasped her hands to her chest, wrinkling part of the fabric of her white sweater.

Slowly she moved her body towards the inside of the room. The door closed and she slid like ink to the floor, dragging her body against the wall.

Her eyes flooded with tears, and she could not even emulate what she felt, as if the word "lie" was bouncing in her neurons, as if they, the neurons, were "that" word and others, such as "deceit" or "betrayal", were slowly destroying her interior completely.

She could not believe it, what that guard said could not be true. Did her husband hide the death of her aunt just to avoid the delay of the wedding? A wedding that (Carla thought) benefits him in all aspects, despite not wanting to succumb to it in the beginning. A contract wedding where truth entertains reason. Carla Davis, or rather, Carla Davison d'Bastidas, felt trapped, deceived, and with no way out.

Outside, the agents looked at each other as they heard the door close. It was obvious or very li
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