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Chapter 30

Author: Sunny Leah
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-13 22:57:25

—ELEANOR.

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I feel chills run down my spine as the car pulls up in front of the city’s greatest and grandest building.

Of course the gala location never changes. That’s why I’m feeling all sorts of paranoia.

I can still vividly recall the last time I was here—the stares, the recognition of being a wife of Arthur Newton.

The forced socialization. The forced smile.

It was all overwhelming. But I managed to handle it well, thanks to Cassandra.

Now?

Now I’m not Arthur’s wife. I’ll only pretend to be.

But at least now I know how these things go. Maybe I’ll have a better shot at knowing what to say, where to look, how to smile.

Arthur gets out of the car and hurries to get the door for me like the gentleman he can be—when he chooses to be.

Of course. Our fake public display of affection is all we should focus on.

I get out and force a smile.

It’s nighttime but the sky above us could pass for midday thanks to the blinding white and golden lights pouring from the grand building.

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