MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: DIE FIRST, NESSA BARRETT.
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Harlow's chest tightened, anger and despair clashing within her. She hated him. Alanis had destroyed her. He had ruined her life, shattered her heart, and stolen her children. He stood by while the world crushed her beneath, while his family dragged her name through the mud.
She should be plotting her revenge on him and his family not sitting to have a dinner date with him.
"This must be a joke." She muttered with a bitter smile.
Before Alanis could say another word, Harlow pushed back her chair and stood abruptly, her movements stiff and purposeful. Without meeting his gaze, she turned and strode toward the door, the clack of her heels on the polished floor echoing like the beat of her racing heart.
She needed air. She needed to think.
This had to be a joke. Some cruel, twisted joke orchestrated by the universe to break her all over again.
