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It’s been three days since the last time I saw Trinity. I made a decision that I hope was for our own good. I want her to realize that I love her, and I never lied to her.
It was torture not to hear anything from her. I even cancel my business trip to the U.K. After sending Dana and her husband to the airport, I came here to my family’s beach house where I was supposed to surprise Trinity after our engagement party. That was my plan, but she ruined it.
I already planned a week’s vacation. I was planning to spend it with her, but damn it! Everything went wrong.
She doesn’t trust me even a bit.
I missed her so much, though. Not a single day I didn’t think about her. More guilt flashes through me, and I should’ve talked to her, but I was taken over by my anger, pain, and disappointment.
Teaching her lessons maybe will make her think before judging. Maybe we only lack communication? We’ve been apart for four years, we c
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