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Chapter 52: Different men. Same transaction.

作者: Leeyah
last update 公開日: 2026-07-03 17:34:46

Roxana

Morning arrives mercilessly. I don’t even remember falling asleep; I only remember crying until my body had nothing left to give.

When sunlight slips into the room, my eyes burn so badly I can barely open them—my head pounds. Every part of me feels heavy, as if someone replaced my bones with stones.

For several long seconds, I just lie there, then my gaze drifts to the other side of the bed—empty.

His pillow remains untouched. I stare at it until my vision blurs again.

“You should
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