[It might have stung him once, but there was little left he felt for her. Looking at her, he could only see someone that had happily gloated over her actions, how she had claimed she would love him better than his wife. If this was her way of loving, he was better without it.
He was cold looking at her, no more feeling, no more pity. She could call him what she wanted, but it no longer touched him.]
Better to leave you to the consequences of your actions. I want nothing more to do with you.
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He was cold looking at her, no more feeling, no more pity. She could call him what she wanted, but it no longer touched him.]
Better to leave you to the consequences of your actions. I want nothing more to do with you.