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Chapter 33

Anthony :

I don't sleep the whole night and I have no one to blame but myself. I just kept staring at the painting Julia arranged in my room. I knew Charlotte had bought it. It called to something inside me and I couldn't take my eyes off it while I couldn't keep my mind off the things I'd said to her.

I felt myself cracking in her presence and needed her to get out. Each cruel word to her was a bulldozer to me. I just wish she'd slapped me harder. I deserved much worse for the pain and hurt I put into her beautiful eyes.

I get dressed for the day and as soon as I step out of the room, the door bell rings. I hold my hand to stop Julia and open the door myself.

Instantaneous rage fills me up.

"Hello Anthony. Miss me?"

What is this fucking cunt doing here and who the fuck let her in?

"Even if I was burning in the depths of Hell for all of eternity and you were my only salvation, I'd spit in your face." Bitch.

She tsks. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Get off my property Della." The ang
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