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Chapter Forty-seven
DALMA POV I hated this man. I could see in his eyes that he had no remorse over what he did. He simply came back because his parents put him to it. He opened the door and waited for me to enter. I could see that my words had no effect on him. He simply wanted to leave that unpleasant situation. I entered the car and wiped away the tears that welled up in my eyes. He would never catch me crying again. He’d never see me weak because of his deeds no more. As he entered, he looked at me. “My mom can't know anything is wrong, so act accordingly. Act like we just had the best day of our lives, and you are tired. Also, remember, you just woke up, okay?” He directed me. I said nothing, my heart bled from the disgrace that had become my life. The phone rang, and I immediately cleared my t
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