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“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Killian,” Julianna muttered, her voice soft and broken. “Not for us,” I said. “Not for us,” she agreed.
And because even though my husband was a brutal man, I craved his touch. Filled with longing, I allowed him to do as he pleased.
HE SOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSE!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT???
“There’s a fine line between love and hate. And I just realized that I love you as much as I fucking hate you, Julianna.”
Our love story was messy and flawed – a twisted tale. But it was perfect in the most imperfect way.
