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Dave Wystan.
The mere thought of that man makes my blood boil. I can’t recall ever feeling this much hatred for another person in my entire life. Yet here I am, seething with rage as I glare—no, burn holes into his smug photograph on my screen. How dare he? How dare he try to take what’s mine?
He thinks he’s won, doesn’t he? He thinks he can swoop in and claim her, but he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.
This isn’t over. Not even close. It’s still just an attempt on his part. That’s all it will ever be because I will stop at nothing—absolutely nothing—to make sure that wedding never happens.
Yes, I’ll admit it. I made mistakes. I had that…thing with Flynn. But come on! That was nothing, a meaningless fling. Certainly not enough to destroy everything we’ve built. We’ve kno
