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Sara POV

"Sara, please come down." He was shouting at me from the balcony.

"No, I will not come down." I took a seat on the terrace.

I had no idea that the whisky's stinging flavor might make me feel less hurt. I didn't like the bitter taste at first, but as soon as the unpleasant thoughts left my head, I felt lighter.

I felt like I was flying into the sky. I gulped down one bottle of whisky, and now I feel like no one is more powerful than me. I felt like I was drinking rocket fuel instead of whisky.

What did he think of himself? I'll prove to him that I can have fun with another man. I swear that every day, I will post a new video of me having sex with the new man whenever I have the opportunity to leave this jail. I clenched my fist in anger and opened a new whisky bottle.

Then only he will understand how it feels to see them having sex with another person.

However, given that he didn't love you, how could witnessing you with another man be hurtful? My subconscious question bri