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Chapter One hundred and thirty

作者: Blessing. B
last update publish date: 2026-05-13 21:43:48

LEAH'S POV

Did I seriously just get played? I was taken advantage of by my best friend's father. My head keeps spiraling at the barrage of questions.

The well-ventilated bathroom starts to tighten, the room spinning. The air conditioner makes me sick and really nauseous.

I rushed to the tap, running water over my wrist. The same old trick. But this time it didn't work.

I stumble backwards till my back hits the next door. I sniffle in silence. I swallowed the overwhelming emotions rising in my
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