FALLING APART
Victoria glided across the pavement, the fabric of her designer gown clinging to every curve like a second skin, molding to her hips and breasts with a precision that felt almost obscene. Each click of her stilettos against the concrete sounded like a countdown, a declaration of her return. Her sports car screeched to a halt beside her, the engine roaring like a caged beast. Jack stormed out, his face a mask of apprehension as he yanked open the passenger door. Victoria slid into the leather seat, a sweet poisonous smile plastered on her lips. She looked like an angel, but her eyes held the glint of something far more sinister. "I can almost hear him," she giggled, the sound airy and devoid of genuine warmth. "I'm sure he's crying his heart out right now... broken, bleeding and utterly
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