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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: OPLAN Revolt
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I sit on the edge of the mattress, my n.aked body wrapped in a thin blanket, my eyes fixed on Hugh as he dresses himself in silence. The room is filled with a heavy, palpable sadness, a weight that presses down on us both. Hugh's movements are deliberate but tinged with an undeniable sense of urgency. His shirt slips over his broad shoulders, his trousers pulled up over his toned legs. Each motion seems to push him further away from me, widening the chasm between us. I can't tear my gaze away from him, can't help but feel the sting of tears threatening to spill over. This clandestine love we share, it’s a flame that burns bright but is always on the verge of being extinguished. As Hugh fastens the buttons of his shirt, he finally glances down, his eyes meeting mine. There’s a flicker of regret there. He crosses the room and kneels before me, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. I flinch at his touch, my heart aching but grateful for the effort and time he’s given me today. “We’
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I struggle to form a coherent response, my mind racing with a million unspeakable truths I dare not utter here. Panic claws at me, threatening to expose the delicate facade I’ve meticulously crafted. Before I can gather myself, Hugh speaks again. "Can I have a glass of the wine you're holding instead?" he pauses, his gaze fixed on my trembling hands. "That's one of my favorites."I nod, still anxious though. The cork protests softly as I twist it free, the sound echoing. Pouring the wine into a glass, I dare not meet Hugh's gaze, my eyes fixed on the crimson liquid as it cascades into the crystal vessel. As I extend the glass to him, my hand brushes against his, and in that fleeting moment, he slips a note into my trembling palm. Startled, my gaze flickers to his, finding a smirk dancing upon his lips before he winks and turns away, disappearing into the crowd.My heart races as I scan my surroundings, my senses on high alert for any prying eyes. Relief floods through me when I re
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The morning sun streams through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. I trudge back on my bed, my forehead creases with worry, as I hold my phone in a trembling hand. "Mama," I say, my voice weak and raspy. "I... I can't go meet the supervisor. I'm not feeling well, plus I’m not interested in publishing my book." "Alright, darling," mama says gently. Though I’m not looking at her face, the excitement in her voice is gone, and its worry returns. "I'll take care of it. You just focus on resting. I’ll call for a doctor now." As the door creaks close and mama’s footsteps fade, I let out a shaky breath, sinking back onto my pillows. I close my eyes, trying to block out the swirling thoughts in my mind. If only my book is just a book—a simple collection of words on a page. But it isn't. It’s so much more complicated than that. Plus, publishing a book isn’t even something I should even think about or give the slightest attention to at this moment. The minute
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