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Chapter 692: She put on that familiar pitiful and aggrieved look. "Vince, I-" His voice cracked like a whip before she could weave her spell. "Get lost!" Ice crystallized in Vince's stare as he wrenched his arm free from her desperate grasp. "How dare you show your face to me? Everything that's destroyed between Maia and me, every shattered piece, that's your masterpiece! You're nothing but a thief, a liar, absolutely revolting!

Disappear from my life, and if you ever poison my life again, I will give you a lesson you can never forget!" His shove sent her tumbling backward, her knees striking the cold concrete with a sickening crack. "Vince, please don't walk away from me. Can't you see past this anger? I know I've failed you, failed us both. But I can transform myself, become everything you need. Please, don't cast me aside like I'm nothing!" Rosanna dragged herself across the unforgiving ground toward him, her pride dissolving into desperate, clawing need.

Before her trembling fingers could graze the fabric of his pants, Vince's voice sliced through the air like broken glass. "Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Without another word, he pivoted and strode away, his retreating figure carved from stone, offering no backward glance at the woman crumpled on the cold ground. Rosanna's outstretched hand hung suspended in the empty space where he had been, her fingers grasping at nothing but bitter air as she watched him disappear into the distance.

She longed to anchor herself to this man who was slipping through her fingers like water, but her desperate reach met only the void of his absence. He was gone, forever leaving her behind. A violent tremor seized Rosanna's entire frame. gαℓησνs․com makes every story special The face that had once gazed upon her with such tender devotion now wore only cold indifference and contempt. His rejection pierced through her like a blade finding its mark, carving deep into her chest and twisting mercilessly through the tender flesh of her heart.

Tremors wracked her body as her lips drained of color, knuckles blanching white where her fists pressed against the unforgiving concrete. Tears spilled down her cheeks in steady streams, turning the world into a watercolor blur of anguish. Then something broke inside her, and laughter bubbled up from her throat. The sound held no joy, only the bitter edge of hysteria, self-mockery twisted into something raw and broken, mirth that dissolved seamlessly into sobs.

"Hahaha..." Her voice grew rough and hoarse, each laugh scraping against her throat as the sound spread through her chest like wildfire. . . .