What savagery

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There was no need for Sam to release a long statement to clarify things. It was both troublesome and unconvincing.

I was no longer the little girl I used to be, where I could only cry in secret when I felt wronged.

People speculated about our relationship, calculated who was better, weighed the pros and cons, and looked for evidence of who had loved more. Then, they would make comments that I was not good enough for him.

We were not equal. If I was not good enough for him, then so be it. I didn't want to be stupid.

The next morning, I stretched lazily and walked out of the bedroom. When I saw the two men in my living room, I was a little confused.

"Did you sleep well?" The handsome and gentle man slowly crossed his legs, while Sam stood behind him. He was usually such a hot-tempered man, but now he was cowering as though waiting to be slaughtered.

It took me a while to react, and I nodded. "Yes. I didn't dream all night."