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75: Her Fears
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Elena's POV.Elena's POV.The cold wind whipped through my hair as I sped down the highway, my hands trembling on the steering wheel. My cheeks were wet with tears, and no matter how hard I tried to blink them away, they just kept coming. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the walls were closing in on me, and the only thing I could do was run.The headlights of my car cut through the dark, but I barely registered where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from the mansion. Away from Dante. Away from the feelings I didn’t know how to handle.How did it come to this?I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles white. My heart felt like it was breaking, shattering with every mile I put between us. I could still hear his voice, raw and desperate. “You’re tired of me. Of us.”“No, Dante,” I whispered to myself, my voice cracking. “I could never be tired of you.”But how could I tell him the truth? How could I tell him I was carrying his child? That every moment I spent avoiding him
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