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•••••••••••••••••••• Author’s POV •••••••••••••••••••• “What the hell are you doing here, Chloe?” Lane repeats, his voice laced with incredulity as he flips on the bedside lights, illuminating the intensity in his eyes. But before he can even finish his question, Chloe cuts him off, her words dripping with anger and resentment. “How the f**k do you sleep after you screwed my life? That’s the question.” Her voice echoes through the room and Lane tries to interject, to tell her he can’t do this with her right now, but she won’t hear any of it and screams at him to shut up, her frustration boiling over as she storms toward the bed. “I didn’t come here to listen to you talk,” she says, her eyes blazing. “You had your chance to talk, and all that came out of your mouth was horseshit! Now