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Chapter 82:The Poisoned Offer
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The door slams behind Brianna, and for a second, I just stand there, letting the silence wrap around me like a noose. My heart is still pounding from the argument, but the image of her eyes glistening, voice cracking, shoulders trembling won’t leave me alone.

Damn it.

I rub my hand down my face, exhaling hard, and then I move. Fast. I don’t even grab my coat. I just throw the door open and chase after her.

She’s already halfway to her car, wiping tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her shoulders are hunched like she’s trying to fold herself into nothing.

“Brianna!” I call.

She pauses, just barely.

I jog the rest of the way and catch her by the arm, gently. “Wait.”

She turns to me, eyes red. “What now, Kelvin? Want to yell at me again? Tell me how my feelings are a burden to you?”

I wince. “No. I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

She looks away, lips pressed tight, silent.

“I didn’t mean to lash out like that,” I say softly. “I’m... under pressure. But that’s not your fault. You
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