Chapter 7: I Killed My Boyfriend's Fiancée

Leah's POV

By evening, I'm in Carson's downtown penthouse, watching him pour his third whiskey in ten minutes.

He steps out of the bedroom in nothing but a silk robe, sliding up behind me like some romance novel cliché.

"I've missed this," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Missed yo...

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