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JOHN’S POV.
I took out Emily’s wavy and silky strands, and the maids gasped when they saw it. For some reason, holding it, touching it, brought back memories of when we were younger.
Her hair had not been as long as she wanted it, so she had treated it fiercely, applying all kinds of creams, lotions, and hair fertilizers just to have it up to her waist. How would she feel when the hair was suddenly gone?
The hair had her scent on it, and it drove me crazy. Emily was in the hands of such a ruthless man.
I dropped the hair, and dragged Kaye who got startled. Before she could say a word, I landed her a slap across her face. She screamed, but I continued hitting her.
I didn’t care whether or not she uploaded my drunk video to the internet. I needed something to vent out the miserable
