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gala. She had never returned them.
“What is this?” I whispered.
Ethan turned pale. Madison didn’t.
She squeezed his hand and gave me the soft, pitying smile she had used whenever I cried on her sofa about his late nights, his secretive phone calls, his sudden obsession with my finances.
“This,” she said, “is us finally choosing happiness.”
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