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"No, no..." Sami's words trail away as she shakes her head.

It’s been a little over three months since the incident at the bar and seeing the hurt in Sami’s expression and the tears on her cheeks, I know I made the wrong choice that night. I won’t do the same tonight.

The bourbon burns as I take a long sip.

The alcohol doesn't dull her pain, but it helps calm my rage at myself and her no-good asshole ex.

Ex as in she left her engagement ...