sorry not sorry

sorry not sorry

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Junmyeon Afif Rahman adalah suami yang buruk, ia tidak pernah mencintai sang istri sampai-sampai kerap kali melayangkan kata pisah dan pernyataan persetujuan mengenai poligami. Hingga status menjadi suami terburuk se-bumi pertiwi yang diraihnya beralih; menjadi mantan suami terburuk. Tuhan yang maha membolak-balikkan hati bertindak, memudarkan perasaan pada sang pujaan hati yang sebenarnya, lalu memfokuskan obsidian gelap itu hanya pada satu wanita; mantan istrinya; Aryania Jisoo.
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⋆𐙚₊ 𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊ ~𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 。✧ Prologue "माझं तुझ्यावर प्रेम आहे." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... 。✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩

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