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I scream, throwing the bottle of wine across the room before leaning on my knees, the rage inside me refusing to subside. I have never hated anyone as much as I hate that selfish, spoiled brat. How dare she tell me Landre didn’t love me? What the f**k does she know about love, that manipulative cow? I would have still had my relationship if she hadn’t come into my life and ruined it with her vindictiveness.
I take long strides to my wine cellar and grab another bottle. I start drinking straight from the bottle after opening it, while memories of last night when I went to make a fool of myself at Jude’s place come flooding back.
I didn’t mean to, but I was overwhelmed by desperation after seeing an article about Landre and the new business venture he has emba
