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“Cinnamon girl” by Lana del Ray
~CELINE'S POV~
I sat curled up at the dining table, my head resting on my knees as I stared at the two-million-dollar check Hunter's mother had given me.
The elegant script of Eleanor Reid's signature seemed to mock me from the expensive paper, each zero feeling like another nail in the coffin of my happiness.
The thought of leaving Hunter plagued my mind.
I trailed my finger along the check's edge, his mother's cruel words echoing in my head—how Hunter would never marry me, how she could take everything from me if I didn't disappear willingly.
My eyes drifted to the room where Caesar was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that his entire world might be about to change.
My mind debated endlessly: take Caesar and leave q
