“Celine would never hurt someone she loved. They’re the irrational ones who turn bitter and call up the media to try and destroy your reputation when they finally realize they’re not going to get what they want.” Plenty of other women like that have brought down powerful men before. It was only a matter of time before that turned into anger and revenge. And every time I told her that it was over, she’d start bawling her eyes out. You should see what she wrote in there about me, about never giving me up. Between the phone calls and the constant crying. We were already getting married, in her eyes. She had turned our short relationship into some fairy tale with a happily ever after. “And it told me everything I needed to know. At least it’s taking longer than I expected for these drugs to sink in. My limbs are beginning to feel tingly, like I might not have complete control of them if I try to move. “I knew there was another diary,” I whisper in triumph, even though it seems silly now to be so happy about that. “Pages and pages of diary entries about me, about how much she loved me, about how perfect I am for her, about how I’m the one.” “She was fucking obsessed with me,” Jace mutters.
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