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2024-12-10 07:15:03Isabella
"Umm, did he tell you why we broke up?" I asked them.
"Yeah, he said that you were always busy and not giving him enough attention," Trixie replied sympathetically.
“Oh, Isabella, it’s so brave of you to be out and about. I don’t know if I could after... everything. Carlson was so… devoted before, wasn’t he? Always talking about you. It’s a shame how things ended up.”
I forced a tight smile, my cheeks aching from the strain. Their words were like tiny daggers aimed straight at my chest. Sympathy, pity—whatever they thought they were offering—it felt more like a subtle way to say, You messed up, and now everyone knows it.
The truth was, they weren’t entirely wrong. Carlson had been devoted—once. Before the late nights at work, before the endles
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