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Letting out the rage
Stevenson’s POV
I decided to go back home this evening after spending almost two days in a hotel, realizing that running away from the place that should have been my safe space wasn’t the answer.I was still the man of this house. No matter what Fiona or anyone else thought, this was MY house, and I wasn’t about to give that up too.Pushing the front door open, I slipped inside quietly, not wanting to alert anyone to my arrival. My plan was simple: head straight to my room, take a shower, and clear my mind. I wasn’t in the mood for confrontation, at least not yet. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, something felt off.There she was, Fiona, her back to me, standing near the living room. Her posture was tense, her voice low, whispering into the phone. I would have ignored it on any other day, but something about her tone, the urgency, caught my attention. I instinctively slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.“…Where do you tRelated chapters
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