When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Despite the delicious and appetizing dishes, Solomon felt uneasy throughout the meal. He finally managed to finish eating and quickly excused himself.

The apartment suddenly became quiet all of a sudden.

As Miranda cleaned up the dishes, Tina’s words echoed in her mind. Gastric perforation

While she was distracted, a plate slipped from her hands and shattered on the ground. Instinctively, she bent down to pick up the pieces.

She accidentally cut herself on the shards of porcelain. Miranda hissed in pain, and the tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes, splashing on the back of her hand.

It had been six years, not six days or six months. Some habits had been deeply ingrained in her bones.

The moment she’d heard that Hansel had been hospitalized, she’d immediately started to worry. Instinctively, she’d felt an urge to go visit him.

Fortunately, the rational part of her had stopped her.

Miranda knew that she’d gradually get used to not worrying and stop shedding tears for Hansel.

The relationship had gone from having that initial spark of love to the weariness of living together, finally resulting in their separation.

Miranda couldn’t tell when the cracks in their relationship had begun to appear. Perhaps it was the first time he’d broken a promise, or maybe it was the first time he’d lied to her.

relationship of six years could be an epic romance, or it could end up being

the stairs in her high heels, fuming. She was in such haste that she tripped

loudly, “What kind of place is she living in? It’s so stinky and filthy! I’m so

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failed to bring Miranda with her, she didn’t

return to the hospital. I’ll go home

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on the phone and demanded, “Who told you to go and look for her? What does me being in the hospital have to do with ber? Do none

busybody! I’m the one who’s being annoying and bothersome! You two are so self–righteous that neither of you could care less about each

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