The last time she saw him was six years ago, the day that had forever changed her life, and not in a good way.
He didn’t want to hear her out back then, and now he was here, in London, where she managed to build a life for herself and her daughter.
She spent all this time despising him, and for a good reason.
He’s last words to her, still echoing in her mind after all these years, “You’re a whore, a witch, I never want to lay eyes on you again.” Seem like a wound that would never heal.
But seeing him again now made her realise that the heart and mind weren’t always on the same page, never mind the body.
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