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Chapter 91
Author: P-End
last update2025-02-28 16:04:37

In her quiet home, Whitley sat with her head bowed, her fingers squeezing her forehead as if hoping to drown out the pain that continued to throb in her temples. Her breathing was heavy, labored. The room felt even more cramped than usual, like the walls were closing in, pressing against her chest.

Fuck...,” she swore softly, almost as a hiss.

The painkillers she had swallowed earlier gave no relief. The pain remained lodged, settling in her bones, creeping like a poison that refused to leave. Every second felt like another ordeal added on top of the existing burden. Her life was like a cruel game that gave her no pause to breathe.

In the midst of her downfall, one name came back to haunt her mind-Harvey. Her ex-husband was so good, too good. She always gave in to her every whim, as if the world belonged to Whitley alone. But now? Harvey's life seemed better without her, while she herself was plunged into a seemingly endless suffering.

her fingers trembled, wanting to reach for a bott
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