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187 Chapter 187

Seraphina’s POV

The door to my apartment slammed shut behind me.

1 pressed my back against it, sliding down until | hit the floor. My hands were shaking. My whole body was

shaking.

| couldn't breathe.

The image was burned into my brain. Damien. Standing there with *her*. That woman with the perfect smile and

the perfect dress and

the perfect everything. The way she’d touched his arm. The way she'd looked at Lily and Adrian like they were

already hers.

My children.

*Breathe, Sera. Just breathe.*

But | couldn't. My chest felt like someone had reached inside and crushed my lungs into powder.

The tears chot and fast, streaming down my face before I could stop them. | wrapped my arms around my

knees and let myself

break apart right there on the floor.

Damien had moved on.

Of course he had. What did | expect? That he’d wait forever for a wife who'd abandoned him and their children?

That he'd spend the rest

of his life alone, pining for someone who wasn’t good enough for him in the first place?

The woman flashed through my mind again. Pretty. Poised. Put-together. Everything | wasn't.

God, she’d probably been waiting forto leave. Probably sawas the obstacle between her and everything

she wanted.

*#Stop it. Stop torturing yourself.

But | couldn't stop. My brain kept replaying every detail. The way Damien had stood next to her. The way they'd

walked together toward

that expensive car. Had they looked comfortable together? Happy? 1

Did he love her?

The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest, so sharp | actually gasped.

| pressed my hands over my mouth to muffle the sob that tore out of me. The neighbors didn’t need to hear me

falling apart. Again.

Lily and Adrian. Where were they?

Were they at home? With a nanny? Or were they *there*, at that party, and I'd just missed them?

Were they okay?

The question sat in my stomach like acid. Adrian would be eight now. Did he still love dinosaurs? Still read those

science books he'd been

obsessed with?

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And Lily. God. Lily was three years old. She'd been a baby when | left. A tiny, perfect baby who'd wrapped her

little hand around my finger and owned my whole heart.

Did she even remember me?

My whole body started shaking harder. | pulled my knees tighter to my chest, trying to physically hold myself

together.

What if that woman-*she*, the one with the perfect smile-what if she was their stepmother now? What if she was

tucking them in at night? Reading them bedtstories? Kissing their foreheads and telling them she loved

them?

What if she was mean to them when Damien wasn’t looking?

The thought madephysically ill. | scrambled to my feet and barely made it to the bathroom before | threw

up.

| knelt on the cold tile, my forehead pressed against the toilet seat, and let myself cry. Really cry. The kind of

crying that cfrom

somewhere deep and broken inside.

What if Damien had more children with her? New babies. His new family.

Would he still love Adrian and Lily the sway? Or would they becthe reminders of his failed first

marriage? The baggage from his

broken past?

*Stop. Stop thinking like this.*

| dragged myself up and splashed cold water on my face. My reflection in the mirror looked like death. Eyes

swollen and red. Hair a mess.

| looked exactly like what | was. A woman who'd thrown away everything good in her life and was now paying the

price.

| stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. My apartment suddenly felt too small. Too quiet.

Too empty.

Everything was empty without them.

| grabbed my phone, pulling up old photos I'd saved before | left. Adrian's first day of school. Lily’s first blink. The

four of us at the park,

Damien's arm around my waist, both kids grinning at the camera.

We'd looked so happy.

Before | ruined everything.

*I miss them. God, | miss them so much.* 2

The pain was unbearable. Physical. Like someone had taken a knife and carved out everything vital inside me.

| cried until | had nothing left. Until my throat was raw and my head pounded and my eyes felt like sandpaper.

The apartment grew dark around me. | didn’t bother turning on the lights.

| just lay there on the couch, staring at nothing, remembering everything.

Had he already forgotten about me?

*Maybe that’s for the best,* srational part of my brain whispered. *Maybe it’s better if he’s happy.*

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But it didn’t feel better. It felt like dying.

| must have fallen asleep eventually, because | woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and a

headache so brutal | could

barely move.

My phone said 11:47 AM.

I'd slept for over twelve hours.

My body ached. My eyes were crusted shut with dried tears. My throat felt like I'd swallowed glass.

| dragged myself to the bathroom

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Still looked like death. But marginally better than last night.

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even for a little while.

My eyes fell on my phone.

Rico.

Training. Fighting. Pain | could control. Pain with a purpose.

| grabbed my phone before | could second-guess myself and pulled up his contact.

He answered on the second ring. “Sera! What's up? You okay? You sound rough.”

“I'm fine,” | lied. My voice cout hoarse and broken. “I need more fights.”

“More fights? You've already got two scheduled for this month.”

“I need more.” The words cout desperate. Frantic. “As many as you can get me.

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