A week before the Snow Queen coronation. My boyfriend — the hockey star — blackmailed me with my own private photos. “Be a good girl. Let Taylor win have Queen… or I’ll send these pics to everyone at school.” He opened the hidden album. ""Insurance."" I saw who he really was. So I walked away without looking back. Funny how the guy who destroyed me is suddenly terrified of losing me forever. And now? He’s on his knees in front of me, crying, begging for one more chance.
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