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2024-10-29 19:42:56Eight days
Eight days had passed since the hot water incident. My hand has healed now all thanks to Mary's ointment. It helped a lot.
Ivan has been ignoring my existence once again. He acts like I don't exist at all and spends all his time either on his work or with Kiki. Yes, Kiki came back the next day begging for his forgiveness. I can't help but let out a snort. I was the one they did dirty and she chose to apologize to Ivan.
And Ivan, being an idiot, forgave her easily. If he had to forgive her so easily, then why was he angry in the first place? I would have understood if she had asked for my forgiveness but she didn't have the courtesy to apologize.
I shook my head in disappointment as I gazed out of the small window. The weather today is gloomy, just like my life. It has been raining heavily all day and I'm almost sure it's going to be the same for a couple more days.
"Jasmin," I heard Ivan calling me. I assume from living. Swinging my
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They both turned their attention to me. Ivan's eyes widened for a split second before returning to his usual blank face and I didn't miss the way the woman's lips curved slightly. What a witch, I already hate her. Feelings of resentment flowed throughout my being. My mind was overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. I was humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed, angry, and a little hurt. Yes, it hurts. I can't help feeling the weight in my heart. I didn't know what I was feeling or why I was feeling this way. It should matter what he's doing and with whom he's doing it, but for some reason he did. I really couldn't understand why I felt like that. I stood there for what felt like an eternity but it was only a matter of minutes before Ivan broke the silence. "Isabella" My name tumbled out of his mouth involuntarily. This is the first time I've heard him take my name. He always calls me a princess. "Princess, it's not what you think," He
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It's only been a couple of days since Ivan murdered Peter and I've noticed how Ivan didn't feel the slightest repentance. It made me debate with myself. Is Ivan the right person for me? I tried to get the conversation going about it, but every time I talk about it, Ivan either ignores me or shuts me up. I don't know why he hides things from me. I know there is no justification for killing someone, nothing that can justify it, but I still want Ivan to tell me anything or even make any excuse for what he did. Peter wasn't exactly an honorable man, and it didn't take much to figure it out. I still remember how he was staring at me despite being a married man. The memories themselves make me grimace in disgust. But no one deserves to perish and no one has the right to take away someone's existence. A cold chill ran through my body as Ivan brutally ended his life. Peter's cry of agony still rings through my ear. I rubbed my now throbbing head. I hav
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