Chapter forty

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Tom shrugged off his jacket when he got home. He let it fall to the ground as he headed towards the kitchen, ignoring Tate and George who got in after him. He grabbed a glass from the kitchen island and poured himself a glass of water. He could barely bring himself to drink it. How did this happen? They were happy and then Abby showed up. How blind had he been in that moment that he didn't see right through it all? He let her take him upstairs and he thought she was apologising. How stupid can he be? With new rage building up, he threw the glass at the fridge with force. He watched it shatter once it hit and water ran down the fridge door. Groaning, he dug his hands into his hair. It had all been a plan to break them up. And he fell for it. How did he not know any better? He looked at the

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