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Chapter 73 - Wyatt Hayes

Wyatt POV

“She’s not here,” those words keep repeating on a loop inside my head, but I am not taking the meaning seriously. He can’t be telling me the truth. That has to be some sort of mistake. I walk past him and he shakes his head while I storm into the room and I look around. Her smell is still in here, mixed with smoke and a sweet perfume. A perfume so strong she would never be caught wearing it.

“Fuck,” I curse as I kick a single chair, making it fly against the wall and break into a thousand pieces. The room looks like someone has fought to get out, and I hope it was her. Give them hell, baby. Make them regret taking you away from me.

Images of my mother being raped flashed in front of my eyes once more and I collapse on one knee on the floor, removing the mask and placing my hands in front of my eyes, trying to shield myse

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