VIOLET’S POV
My eyes were open for most of the night as it dragged on, and I couldn’t wait for the sun to wake and rise along with the world.
My mind played clips from all that transpired during the games and banquet, like it was on a repeat. Sometimes, I found myself smiling at a thought; the thought of course, involving the triplets, and other times, when Sam’s face came to view, anger would be the only emotion I would feel.
And in that moment, I found myself creating more scenarios where he would be at my mercy, and the damage I would cause would be far more humiliating than the one he actually got.
I wanted him to pay for hiding the truth and running a lie that ruined my life for eight years. I wanted to see him suffer and I would only hear about it but not be in the picture.
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