MR. THORNE
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I stared down at the battered mess slumped on the ground in front of me. The sight should’ve satisfied me—he looked exactly like he deserved to. But for some reason, a fierce, gnawing irritation twisted in my chest. Probably because this pitiful little s**t had managed to ruin my few moments of rest, the single break I had allowed myself with Joanne's idea of a honeymoon, a break from work, away from all the leeches constantly begging for my attention. I wasn't annoyed because he ruined another day with her. Definitely not, it was because this worm had barged in, interrupting my f*****g honeymoon.
“You know I was on my honeymoon, right?” I asked, my voice barely more than a mutter. My fingers flexed at my sides, a single crack echoing through the quiet room. His eyes snapp
