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Chapter 23: Torn Threads

Author: Comfort Shettima
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-24 17:48:20

Aurelia's POV

After work, I rushed home to take care of Oliver.

My life had quietly reshaped itself around his recovery, work, home care, repeat. The rhythm was exhausting, but seeing him slowly heal made it bearable.

That week, while sorting laundry in the small, steamy room, I caught myself smiling faintly. My first salary had just hit my account. For once, I could decide what to do with money I’d actually earned, not what Grant dictated. I was folding Oliver’s clothes, thinking about bills and groceries, when Selene walked in, arms full of lace and silk.

“I need to wash these,” she said flatly, dropping a pile of lingerie and nightwears onto the counter like she owned the place.

I didn’t bother looking up. My thumb scrolled lazily through my phone.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she pressed, her voice rising.

I glanced at her once, then back to the phone. “It’s obvious I’m using it. You’ll have to come back later, right?”

The corner of her lip twitched, but she didn’t reply. She spun on he
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