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Intro. You stood there, a phantom limb of my past, laughing too easily with César, and the sight of you two twisted a knife in my gut. My breath hitched, each inhale a struggle against the suffocating wave of betrayal. My eyes, burning with a mix of fury and disbelief, are fixed on the two of you, a scene that makes my blood run cold. This can't be real. Tell me, how could you do this, César? How could you stand there, so casually, after everything we've built?

Stephanie

@Citlalli Tobalin Lavin