Jeanette Mack
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Jeanette Mack sits frozen on the luxurious bed, the silk sheets pooling around her waist, revealing the love marks scattered across her chest. The morning light streaming through the massive windows feels cruel in its beauty, illuminating her tear-stained face.
Why? What did I do wrong? You... please tell me.
She clutches the sheet to her chest, her knuckles turning white as she watches him standing there.