Spilling wine, spilling truths

Jamie’s POV

I didn’t know what to feel.

Anger clawed at my chest, hurt simmered low like a fever, and yet… There was a part of me that was disturbingly calm. Do I even have the right to be angry? Do I have the right to feel betrayed? Or was it foolish to even give meanings to Leona’s words?

But o...

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