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79. Susanna’s pov
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Unsigned divorce papers crinkle in my grasp. The visit to the asylum, like many others had been futile. Valentina ripped each document to shreds, violent in her rejection of our divorce.Anymore and I might kill her with my bare fucking hands.She wanted to remain tethered to me, knowing that as long as she lived, whatever plans I had with Susanna would be void.“Hope to God that I never leave this place, because the first thing I’ll do is gut the bitch myself.”My nostrils flare and my fingers twitch. Patience is slowly becoming my most despised virtue.A soft knock scatters my thoughts. I slam the papers shut just as Susanna’s perfume drifts into the room. She pokes her head inside, dark hair falling over her shoulder, and something in me twinges at the small smile she gives me. “Hey. Busy?”She looks younger now. Brighter, somehow.“Never too busy for you,” I state, as a matter-of-fact.Her cheeks take on a rosy hue and she slips inside. My mouth dries instantly and my chest tighte
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My Neighbour's Wife 80: Morwenna’s pov
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The words sink heavily in my soul, so much that long after the guests depart, I remain on the ground, neck hurting from watching the clouds move and shroud the moon.My neck tingles with awareness and I look back. Zefiro leans on the door behind me, hands in his grey suit pants. “It’s cold outside.”I exhale, heart racing suddenly. “I can barely feel it.” It isn’t entirely a lie. “Happy birthday. I didn’t know what date it was. I couldn’t…get you anything. I’m sorry.”He pushes off the door. “Your presence is enough.” He lowers himself to the ground beside me and I peer at his face in mild surprise. A lot of time might have passed, but I know Zefiro always had a cleanliness problem. “Have you thought about it yet?”“What?”“Where you wish to go first?”I shrug casually, even if tears cloud my vision. “Not quite. I don’t know many places. I read about Edinburgh once. It’s a magical place, I hear. Maybe Dublin, if I’m feeling adventurous. Iceland or Greece, out of mere curiosity. Venice
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The door on my left swings open and the little pockets of air I’ve selfishly gulped down my throat vanishes as Zefiro slides in beside me.My nails prick the leather of the backseat and a white handkerchief lands in my thigh. My fingers squeeze the silken material, unsure if it is meant for the blood or my tears and I let myself glance left. There is blood on his sleeves.“You could’ve told me.” My voice cracks on the last word.His head cocks, but his gaze remains out the window. “I did.” When his brown eyes find mine, there is fire alive in them…and hurt. “You’ll never trust me, will you?”“I—I was…I d—didn’t…I just—“He shakes his head and laughs a little, dark curls caressing his high cheekbones. “You have no idea the lengths I would go, the depravities I would commit to protect you. And if I could, I would carry your pain and scars, wear them with pride so you never have to. I would give—have given—everything. I have killed for you, bled for you, gone to war with myself, my worl
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More shots ring through the hall and screams follow, with scrambling feet and scraping chairs. The singer's voice falters and wobbles, before ceasing altogether. The adept fingers on the piano, however, doesn't stop. I stare at Jaxon for a time. From his lifeless blue eyes, the blood pouring from the top of his head, from his chin onto my hands, my clothes. A subtle tremble begins from the core of my being, from the core of where the woman in me resides, spreading out until my fingers are cold, numb and filled with tremors. An arm lands on my shoulder, pulling me off Jaxon and I thrash against it, finding it difficult to aim, to keep the gun in my grasp. I just killed him. "Relax," Rizzi grunts against my ear. "It's about to get bloodier. We need to get you out of here." My gaze veers right and my stomach churns. Petrovich has a bullet between his brows, and his head hangs from an awkward angle of the chair's back. The woman who had b
