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It hurt—a bone-deep, soul-carving pain that wouldn't stop bleeding.

Because the grown-up girl on that stage no longer belonged to him. She no longer danced just for him...

The moment the prelude began, Liam Martin's eyes turned bloodshot. His hands clenched into fists, pressed against his trembling lips—the pain shot through the back of his hands.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd