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Chapter 21.3: The Shadows of Betrayal
AMBROSE
My head just went numb for a fleeting moment not wanting to believe what’s going on in front of me. I felt a certain pang right on my chest. I don’t know what to make of the debauchery that just welcomed me.
Do I want to yell and shout and make a whole scene? Do I want to run straight towards August and grab him by the collar of his shirt? Do I want to explode?
Anger was definitely trying to grow some roots inside of me but I’m just trying to stay as calm as possible.
Rachel’s eyes were closed and she looked like she’s been waiting for this lustful romantic moment ever since August became her boyfriend. It’s very clear to my eyes that they were doing something magical and I didn’t even want to think about it. I felt my knees grow weaker and they were about crumble but I just knew I couldn’t break down right now. I just knew that
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