CHAPTER 46Rita's pov My hands were shaking hard. I could barely hold onto Aria. I looked down at the floor. My brain couldn't understand what my eyes were seeing. Victor Vale—the man who owned a lot of the city, the man who never bowed down to anyone, the man who ruined my life with one word—was on his knees in the mud. His fancy black pants were getting soaked with water from the floor. His wet hair was hanging over his face. His hands were flat on the floor.For a second something inside me cracked. The old Rita, the girl who used to love him more than her own life, wanted to reach out. She wanted to touch his shoulder and tell him to get up. It felt really wrong to see him look so small, so broken and so human. I took a shaky breath. My fingers loosened a bit around Aria's blanket.Then a cold wind seemed to blow through my memory.I felt heat rush back into my face. I remembered this morning. I remembered the lights of the company lobby. I remembered the look in his eyes when he
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