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GEORGIA'S POV
I walked down the road like a hollow shell of a person. The sheer volume of shock I'd endured was more than any one person should have to carry.
The cool night air brushed strands of hair across my face, but I didn't even have the energy to tuck them away. I couldn't feel my own heartbeat; it felt as though my entire internal system had just shut down.
What was I even supposed to do? Cry? Scream? Run until my lungs gave out?
Everything about the last twenty-four hours was traumatizing. Finding out who Jaime really was, the arrival of his uncle, smashing that heirloom he treated like a god, and then being trapped by a centuries-old debt... it was too much.
At first, Jaime had been so callous, acting as if cheating was just a standard "man" thing. His apology hadn't felt real; it felt like he was patronizing me for "overreacting."
