I Left The Jester For The King

ss the way you used

that message lit up my fiancé's pho

. He treated me like a fragile glass doll, claiming he want

is phone told a

scovered three years

girl I'd befriended in

saw the

ink diamond engagement ring

s heirloom jade bracelet an

ed her name to get the ch

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be too easy. I wan

oing to cancel the wedding. I was going to expose his scandal to

and dialed the number my fat

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against my throat. I spoke them, an

derstand what you

the other end

'Enzo'

father called The Butcher. A figure of rumo

d. "You want an allia

me," Enzo replied. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. "If I

flat, hollow. "But remember, Enzo. My

ost hear the smile in his voice, the

ane," he warned, voice low. "I'll b

ne wen

down, my hand tr

sheer, irrevocable act of destroyi

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rfect together,

in heaven,

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made i

ud and opened my desk drawer. Inside was

it three n

reached for it, thinking it was his work phone, intending to sile

ss the way you use

tilted o

s, who claimed he was 'saving himself' for our w

he phone. An

. It was a three-

ol. The one I'd befriended because no one else wou

ours, reading three years

st, Franco was dismissive. Th

She's so cold, doesn't unders

ealed my resolve to

from la

Camilla, I'd make you my queen. But

stone. A means to an end, his path

phone. It felt heavy in m

st going to

he way to the altar. And then I'd leave him sta

of the Viti

grieve. We

tle siren. I was going to