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Chapter 31: The Morning After
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2026-11-01 02:10:31
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Back from the Grave for His Bride Chapter 31: The Morning After
POV: Dr. Clara BennettThe sun came up over Lake Michigan in soft shades of orange and gold.Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tristan’s penthouse, you would never guess that just hours ago, we were standing in an abandoned grain silo on the edge of the river, dodging explosions and gunfire.I leaned against the glass, holding a warm mug of black coffee between both hands. My body ached from head to toe, a deep, bone-weary fatigue that no amount of sleep could fix just yet. But for the first time in three years, the constant weight sitting on my chest felt a little lighter.Harrison was in a federal holding cell with no bail. The corruption charges against me were dropped. My name was clear.A pair of warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me gently back against a broad, solid chest. Tristan rested his chin on my shoulder, his breathing steady and slow. The sharp, dangerous edge he carried all through the night had melted away, leaving only the man I
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