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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Anika’s P.O.V

"Stephanie!" I exclaimed.

I let out a heavy sigh, running my fingers through my hair, as she rose from her seat, concealing her face from me.

"I can explain," Richard said, his voice trembling as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Go ahead," I replied, crossing my arms and fixing an angry gaze on him.

My anger burned so intensely that I felt like I could split a mountain in two. I was already attracting attention with our argument, as onlookers whispered among themselves.

A waiter approached us.

"Could you please take this outside, ma’am? Your disturbance is affecting our other customers," he requested, but a stern glare from me made him retreat and leave us be.

Richard scanned the surroundings. "Can we go talk outside? People are staring," he suggested, his tone laced with embarrassment.

"Really? So you're ashamed to explain to your now-ex-girlfriend how you were caught kissing another girl behind her back on Christmas," I exclaimed.

Laughter, whispers and
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