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    I yanked my arm free with real force. “A man who cheats on his wife has no right to y the moral teacher.”

    Jared’s handsome face stiffened, and he just stood there, silent for a long time.

    I walked back to my room and leaned against the door, my head all over the ce.

    I’d been doing my best to forget all the pain from my previous life, so after spending so much time with Jared, I tried not to bring up any of that old stuff if I could help it.

    But just now, I’d twisted the knife in his heart all over again.

    “Mom, I’m hungry,” Yvonne mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she got out of bed.

    I looked at my sleepy daughter and said softly, “Your dad’s outside. Go ask him to get you something to eat.”

    Yvonne shuffled toward the door.

    When I stepped out again, Jared and Yvonne were sitting together on the couch, waiting for breakfast.

    “Mom, where are you going?” Yvonne rushed over to me, sounding anxious.

    It’s Friday, and I have three sses today, so of course I need to hurry off to school.

    “I’lle find you this afternoon, and tomorrow I’ll spend the whole day with you,” I said as I crouched down and gently smoothed Yvonne’s messy hair.

    “Okay, what time do you finish? Dad and I cane pick you up,” Yvonne said sweetly, being all considerate.

    “I’ll let you know when I’m done with ss,” I replied, and without so much as a nce at Jared, I changed my shoes and walked out.

    The lobby of the Manor Hotel was bustling with people. This ce always had a steady stream of guests, and most of them looked pretty well–off.

    As I walked, I nced around, analyzing what exactly made this hotel so attractive to its clientele.

    Just as I reached the entrance, I spotted a taxi and quickened my pace.

    But out of nowhere, a sleek ck Bentley pulled up, blocking my path.

    As I was about to step around it, I heard Edward’s voice from the back seat. “I’ll take you to school.”

    I froze, totally surprised. Seriously? What was he doing here?

    “No, really, I’ll just catch a cab,” I said/quickly, thinking aboutst night’s mess. After what happened, I doubted Edward would even want to deal with me anymore.

    And honestly, this was my chance to finally end things between us once and for all.

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    “Get in the car!” Edward’s voice was way more forceful than usual. “We need to talk.”

    My heart was pounding, and every rational thought in my head told me to just jump in the taxi and get out of here.

    But when I saw the red–veined eyes staring at me, it broke right through my defenses. I just couldn’t bring myself to walk away from him like this.

    I really hated this feeling of being pulled in two directions–the more I tried ito /ifight it, the more tangled up I felt inside.

    So I just opened his car door and got in.

    The Bentley cruised smoothly down the road.

    Edward was turning his phone slowly between his fingers, clearly wanting to say something but not sure how to start.

    I sat there tense, not saying a word either–if he stayed silent, so would I.

    “So why did you save my name as ‘Fox‘ in your phone?” Edward finally broke the silence, his voice low and uncertain.

    I sucked in a breath and bit my lip. “It was just something I made up / Didn’t really mean anything.”

    Edward didn’t buy it. He gave a self–deprecatingugh. “So in your eyes, I’m just some despicable, greedy, scary wolf,

    huh?”

    ‘I was stunned–was his imagination always this dramatic?‘

    “No, it’s not like that. It’s just a silly nickname…” I muttered, my voice growing weaker.

    Honestly, he pretty much nailed what I was thinking when I picked that contact name.

    “Then why don’t you even have my real name saved in your phone?” Edward pressed. I had no idea why he was making such a big deal out of this–it was honestly giving me a headache.

    My mind went nk. I couldn’te up with any exnationb, /bso I just mmed up.

    Just then, we passed a long stretch of woods. The road was wide and empty, hardly a soul in sight. After the rain, soggy leaves were stuck all over the pavement, making everything look damp and kind of bleak.

    Honestly, I felt just as crushed as those rain–soaked leaves outside.

    “Pull over,i” /iEdward suddenly ordered, switching to Englysian.

    He turned to the driver and bsaid/b, “Step outside and wait for me.”

    The driver immediately turned the car and parked it under a big tree, where it wouldn’t block the road.

    “Edward…” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

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