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It was a photo of Alexander. .

A photo of Alexander fucking Jane Wilson. The night of my mother's funeral. The night when I thought me and Alexander might be okay. The night I slept alone and woke to find Alexander nowhere to be found. Slept at Axel's, my ass.

Lies. There were always lies.

I couldn't help but stare at the photo. No matter how much I wanted to look away, I couldn't. This simple photo was all I needed to see for me to know that my decision to leave was the right one.

"What is it?" Alexander asked behind me, making me jump.

My blood boiled at the sound of his voice. I spun on my heels and threw the photo at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Alexander looked confused before he bent down and grabbed the photo from the floor. When he looked at it, the color drained from his face as he let out a breath and looked up at me.

"How could you?!" I screamed, trying to stop myself from completely freaking out. "I tried to fix things with you that night, but you pushed me away. You're
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yogurt259
omg. How could you Alexander. Melissa needs to give him a second chance or whatever.
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