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Thea I've been tagged a w***e, a cheat, an addict, shameless and everything in-between but at this very moment I only cared about what the man I loved very dearly would see me as. I betrayed him for the third time on the very night I confessed my souls yearning to him. The very night I told him I'd go through the good and the bad with him, the very night I gave myself completely to him. It just had to be that very night. I battled with my conscience every second since I escaped and the guilt that the attack that night was because of me. I cried my eyes out not knowing what situation Angel could be in now, did he get surgery? Was he okay? Did he hate me? Questions kept tormenting my mind. My peace was gone and I was living in fear and overwhelming worry. "Coffee?" A hand passed a