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a voice came

hey moved against my wish and I turned to find Monica standing there like she had eve

r me, from head to toe, slow and deliberate, like she

king scoff and tilting her head. "Really? So yo

gh followed and it gr

mething inside me snapp

pe that look off her face completely

uences woul

y my tears and forced myse

ossed, posture relaxed-too relaxe

slow, agonizingly judgmental scan. I kept my cool and said nothing, thoug

word, and that only s

eenwood has better taste than this. He couldn't have chose

nother laugh,

into higher places, forgetting a pig always remains a pig, whether washed

to stay in check. Her words kept si

she dropping venomous insult

ed that she was someone great and lovable that Greenwood had lost. Some

thing back to her, to defend my digni

hing would matter. She had

her enjoy her moment, and that meant

b? Say something," she stepped closer. "Did you really think yo

od is mine. He's always going to love me. You were just a place

s finding every crack. I knew that responding was only going to end up making it worse. That's all she wan

Greenwood and make me the villain. I wasn't going to do that. All I needed r

since l didn't engage. But that didn't cut it for her. Her hand shot out before I cou

ting me," I blurted

"Yeah? I love how you're feeling the pain. You don't just get to

she spun me a

g. The impact sent a shockwave through my jaw, and it took a while before the ringing in my ears slo

orst thing possible. She let out a piercing scream and, to my shock, she threw herself to the floor. She clutched her face as

ed to the bones. My heart was hammering against my ribs.

hit me!" Monica sobbed, he

scanning the scene, and when he saw her on the floor, those eyes began to burn with pure rage. I was finished. Monica was still sprawled on the floor, sobbing dramatical

e and demanded, "What