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Seventy-one
Anelia tried to calm her heart as much as she could. There was this had this anxiety that wouldn’t subside. She rubbed her chest as of that would somehow aid in relieving the horrible feeling. A shaky breath of air left her lips as she sat with her legs folded on the couch that was now her favourite; the one that faced the entrance.
The night before Dexter had only managed to come back and pack a small bag with a few of his clothes, kissed her goodbye and flown out to Italy. Such was the life of a businessman and it certainly took a lot to get used to. But, the problem wasn’t the normal way he lead his life but what she had watched on the news.
A private jet had reportedly crashed on its way out of Italy and accord
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Anelia dragged her feet over to the bathroom and took a shower. Morning had arrived way too early and she wasn’t feeling too motivated to wake up and do much but Brett was right, she had to be stay strong for Dexter. She wouldn’t be helping herself in any way if she abandoned her health.She stepped out and wiped the large bathroom mirror to look at herself. She looked horrible, to say the least. Her eyes were red and her face bloated from all the crying. The bags underneath her eyes made her want to never show herself to humankind again.She twisted her neck to look at the hickeys that he had peppered over her neck but mostly over her breasts. She touched them and sighed as she dried herself up with little to no energy. “Hey, you aren’t dying in there right?” A shrill voice shouted the question out, consequently banging on the door.
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