He took me by the shoulders. “Don’t you dare shed a single tear over him.” “Don’t you dare tell me how to feel about this.” “He didn’t ruin me,” he insisted. “I didn’t let him stop me from building this life.” “Lucian, what life?” My voice cracked. “I have more money and power than—” “You have things. You have millions of dollars and acquaintances in high places. You work every waking hour of the day. But none of that made you happy. You rescued the family name so it would never be associated with him, and that’s great, but that name ends with you. You got a vasectomy because he made you
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