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Chapter seventy five
Sierra’s POV “Don’t stand there and tell me you didn’t mean to hurt me. Because you did. Maybe not intentionally, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m standing here, feeling like I don’t even know who you are anymore.” The weight of his words crushed me, but I couldn’t find the strength to argue. He was hurt, and no matter how much I tried to explain, it felt like nothing I said would ever be enough. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I was scared.” “You should’ve trusted me,” he said, his voice softer now but still laced with anger. “But you didn’t. And now I don’t know if I can trust you either.” Those words broke me more than anything else he’d said. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. He shook his head, turning toward the do
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