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The Truth

Author: MadlainQ
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The next day, I stayed in bed until ten o'clock, which meant that I got up four hours later than I usually did, even on the weekends. It was hard to drag myself from under a comforting blanket and stand on my own two feet. Father didn't try to shorten my rest, not after he had seen me once I had returned home from the gala. His eyes were filled with deep concern and fear. He asked me about what had happened, but I didn't have the strength to explain. I might have tossed something like, “I'll deal with it on my own,” before heading straight to bed.

I took a cool shower and got dressed. My chest was still tightened as if I were wearing a mental corset, three sizes too small to accommodate my body. Processing what I had learned was nearly unbearable. Darren had known my true identity. He had tried to use me, manipulate me, trick me...

I sucked in a sharp breath, air scratching my lungs like broken glass. I shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if I hadn't read those letter
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