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CHAPTER 66 - THE MASK

Author: Dirty Diana
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-24 00:14:09

I let him in.

Not because the apology was good – it wasn't. It came out sideways and defensive, more explanation than remorse, delivered while he stood in my doorway with his hands in his pockets and his jaw doing the thing it did when sincerity was costing him physical pain.

"I shouldn't have disappeared. But you compared me to Caleb and I–"

"Needed space. I know. Three days of it."

"I'm not good at–"

"I know what you're not good at, Rhys."

Silence. Him in the doorway. Me in the room. The dist
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