I’ve spent the last eight years of my life thinking about how I could ever inflict the same amount of pain on Edward Rousseau as he has on my family. It’s one of the only things I felt like I had left when my life was falling apart… my hatred. I held on to it like a raft on a sinking ship. Her father’s always deserved whatever fucked-up karma was headed his way. I just never thought that it would be in the form of me. Until now. It seemed almost too perfect for this, for her, to just fall into my lap like this. It’s like the universe was presenting the perfect opportunity to me, wrapped with a
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