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Chapter ten

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A TIME FOR MYSELF.

~LAUREN’S POV~

The first rays of morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, golden and warm, but my thoughts were far from serene.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to shake off the leftovers of last night—the dinner, the drama, and Alexandro’s maddening smirk.

His touch, his words, even the way he had looked at me—it was too much. I sat up, groaning into my hands. This trip was supposed to be my escape, a chance to recover from heartbreak and find some clearness.

Instead, it had turned into a stage for mind games and jealousy-fueled power plays.

I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed my notebook from the nightstand. I had jotted down my plans the night before, determined to reclaim at least one day for myself.

“Breakfast by the beach.” check

“Morning yoga.” check, i said with a smile spreading across my lips.

“Explore the resort.”

“Call Mom and Emma.”

“Book a yacht ride.” That sum it all, I said taking a good look at the notebook again, before writ
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