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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 120

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The moment the thought surfaced, a vile, acidic bitterness churned violently in Grant's stomach.

It was a sickening, unfamiliar emotion he had never experienced before.

He was the almighty CEO of The Gauthier Group. He had the world at his fingertips. When had he ever waited this long for a woman in his entire life?

That inexplicable jealousy rapidly fermented, igniting into a towering inferno that incinerated the last shreds of his sanity.

Grant stood up abruptly, hurling his overheated phone violently to the floor.

The ear-piercing "Smash!" echoed sharply through the dead silence of the hospital room.

The black screen instantly shattered into a dense spiderweb of cracks, flickering weakly twice before plunging into permanent darkness.

His eyes were bloodshot and feral, resembling a completely unhinged, cornered beast.

His chest heaved violently with ragged breaths, emitting heavy, suppressed growls of fury.

She didn't come.

She actually didn't come!

He had swallowed his pride, stripped away his ego, and called her himself, and she still had the audacity to ignore him!

Fine, absolutely fine!

Sienna, you've really outdone yourself.

The corner of Grant's mouth twitched upward, slowly stretching into a hollow, borderline psychotic smirk.

He was never going to beg her again.

Never.

Just wait.

One day, he would make her crawl back on her knees, crying and begging him to take her back.

...

She had no idea how long she had been walking, or where the dark street under her feet was leading.

The sheer exhaustion of the night, the terror of the blockade, and the bone-deep sting of disappointment now crashed heavily onto her failing body.

Every step felt like trudging through wet cement, impossibly heavy, suffocating her with every breath.

She used to believe that no matter how monstrous Grant could be, he still possessed a baseline of human decency.

Now she finally understood. He was willing to use his own grandmother's life as a cheap lure just to trap her.

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