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KYLER'S POV— 48

"Isabelle," I broke the kiss, but my hands gripped her waist tightly. I swallowed, staring at her.

She looked around, and Kesem and Perry had taken Leon away the moment she kissed me. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to slip out of my arms.

"Sorry? For what?" I ask, holding her even tighter. "For kissing me? Or for using me? I don't mind Isabelle,"

She lowers her gaze, sucking on her lower lips, "I mind," she says, her eyes dancing around my face, "I mind when you use me," she replies. Of course, I know what she means, and I know what she's talking about. It hurts me more when she brings it up.

"I'm sorry, Isabelle, words can't explain how sorry I am for saying that,"

Her hands caressed my face, and as always, they were soft, smooth, and warm. "Don't..." she swallowed and exhaled, "Please don't hurt him, I beg of you," she says softly and struggles out of my arms. The moment I let go of her, she walks away without looking back.

ONE WEEK WITHOUT SPEAKING TO MY WIFE, I have almost lost it
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