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ke sense of her lies. The betrayal stung like a whip again

y gut- my sixth sense. If I hadn't followed her secretly, I might have been fooled by the l

t quivering with fury. "How could you loo

k a step back, her shoulders trembling under the weight of the

n realize what you've done?" I stepped closer, my anger palpable

red witho

o fall to the ground. I had never shouted at her before, never raised my voice in such a way, but this wasn't about anything trivial. Her

d gaze, in the way her shoulders shook. I hated seeing her like this, but her lies couldn't go unpunished. My hands

bility. It was a twisted moment, one where dominance and pain blurred together. Her sobs

spered, my voice calm yet s

the same time begging for answers. "So you were planning to hide something like this from me, and go ahead to marry that dick?" I clenched my fi

left an unmistakable mark on her pale, and tear-streaked face. The so

full of fury. "Am I not enough for you?" My voice tr

ng. Her silence was deafening, a terrible denials of my question. Her eyes strayed away, reluctant to meet mine, a

e sign that she'd fight back. But she didn't. She continued to sob, her cries pier

g to hide from me that your dad wants you to marry someone else, I won't let it slide. You've to be punished. W

ed and slammed the door shut with a force that made the entire house tremble. I

y knuckles began to sting, but the physical pain couldn't match the emotional torment I felt. I searched through my room, for something, anything

es, with the first drag burning my lungs like a long-lost punishment. As I watched the smoke curled up, her face

he had told me she was a virgin, spoken the words with such conviction that I never doubte

ge of her standing there, feigning innocence, gnawed at my thoughts. The truth felt slippery, l

and desires around lies, believing in the innocence she claimed to possess. I had waited, anticipating the moment I would de

e, and it left me questioning ever

joke to want to take away one thi

nged to me and fuck her to her brain me

tick stretching endlessly. I could still hear Mom's voice drifting from the hallway, engaged in a conversation I could

or to her room was within reach, and as I pushed it open gently, ready t