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The Trap Is Set

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 23:03:23
12 Years Later...

CELESTINE'S POV:

Twelve years have passed.

Twelve years of peace. Twelve years of love. Twelve years of watching my family grow and change and become something I never dared to imagine.

I am in my forties now and I am not the woman who stood in that bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test, hoping that a baby would fix a broken marriage. I am not the woman who walked out of that penthouse at three in the morning with nothing but an old coat and a shattered heart.

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