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… There was her signature, clearly encouraging raphs – could they all be true?

… The words juer into my heart

"No Damn It! NO!" I cried out "No! He loves me! Me, not her!"

Did he really fly me down here to break up with me or wasn’t I supposed to see this little remnant of his infidelity?

How could he do this tothis behind for me to read?

Why not? After all, Thoood person… who is cheating on me

I started to hyperventilate Ahis voice say he loves me a thousand times

No, there has to be a rational explanation for this! There has to be! I staggered slightly, feeling dizzy all of a sudden

My foot stepped onto soht next to where my suitcase was placed I bent to pick up the shimmery fabric As I unraveled it, I discovered that in my hands was a pair of black silk wo death, more evidence of his infidelity unfolded tolove to her in this bed right in front of me, snuffed out every one of my joyousover my own feet

"Hello?" I answered in between sobs

"Is this Taryn Mitchell?" the male voice inquired abruptly

"Yes Who is this?" Imy cheek on my sleeve

"It’s not important Write down this address," he ordered His voice was gruff, muffled

"What?" I asked, coer inforether Get a pen"

While I listened to the clicking sounds of a camera, I scrambled to the desk and found a hotel tablet – the same stationary that Lauren used