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I hated her. She stole my boyfriend and destroyed my home. Disaster trailed her like slime behind a snail.
She only cared about herself. Everything she did was in her interest. If it benefited someone else, it was purely coincidence.
She was capable of feeling emotion for someone else–Zane had proven that. But her love and care was based on herself, as always.
Not even major brain surgery had changed her personality. She was like a hurricane–unstoppable destruction.
But somehow, despite all she had done, all she had taken away from me, I kept coming back for her.