I Was Blocked From the Table and Told to “Wait With the Staff”—The Call I Made That Night Ended Everything

being, freezing the blood in my veins, freezing the last vestiges of whatever affection I still harbored for him. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. Those were the reactions they expected, the ones that would confirm my weakness.

Instead, I raised my chin, met Catherine’s icy triumphant gaze, and offered her a serene, almost beatific smile.

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