THE PRICE OF LOVING HIM

t sharp or fleeting like the sting of betrayal. No, it's deeper-like an endless echo in the hollow

ct, not in the way fairy tales describe. But his imperfections were what drew me to him-the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets,

uld share his dreams with, never realizing that my dream was standing right in front of me. I listened to stories of the girls he dated

s deep enough, they'd resurface like weeds, relentless and unyielding. Loving Liam was

ver and over, clinging to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd see me the way I saw him. But by the time I re

elings for Liam in the darkest corners of my heart and walked away, v

cruel sense of humo

on the contract in front of me, I felt the world tilt. The man I had spent ye

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rt once? How do you prepare yourself to face the very p

ory-the price