MAKING IT UP

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Dominic’s desperation reached its peak. Evelyn had just announced her intention to leave, her resolve like an unyielding fortress. But Dominic, consumed by a mixture of fear and determination, couldn’t let her walk away—not this time.

“Evelyn, wait,”

Dominic called out, his voice laced with an urgency that stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sorrow, but before she could react, he grabbed her hand forcefully.

“Dominic, what are you—?”

she began, but he cut her off, his grip tightening as he pulled her toward the door.

“We’re not done talking,”

Dominic insisted, his voice hard and unyielding. He led her out of the apartment and down the stairs, ignoring her protests and struggling.

“Let go of me!”

Evelyn shouted, her voice echoing in the stairwell, but Dominic’s determination only hardened. They reached the building’s entrance, where Alex waited beside a sleek black car, the engine idling.

Without a word, Dominic