Continuation Isla POV

“ He did until you decided you wanted what was mine.” Berrilyn’s eyes narrowed.

“Richard was never yours.” My chest tightened.

“He was, until you stole him.”

“I didn’t steal him,” she snapped, her composure cracking.

“Fine. I’ll say it. I love him. I love Richard. Always have. And you? You were only...

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