Talia stood in the shadows, hidden from Jonathan's view as he entered his hotel suite. Her heart pounded with a mixture of anger, jealousy, and insecurity. Seeing him with another woman had unleashed a storm of emotions within her.
"He can't be serious. Not with her," she muttered to herself, her voice strained with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. The sight of Jonathan being sweet, sharing a kiss, and bidding farewell to the mysterious woman ignited a storm of emotions within her.
"He's supposed to be mine. Why is he doing this?" Talia's internal monologue continued, each word dripping with the bitterness of unrequited love. Her mind replayed their shared moments, the passion they once had, and the promises he made—promises that seemed to crumble in the tropical air of Hawaii.
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