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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE.

Penulis: Lucy Biebie
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-23 00:14:01

STRAINING THE BOND.

Emma’s POV.

The ride back from the restaurant was completely silent as the private car brought us up the private driveway, and the transition from putting Pearl and Gina to sleep in their bedrooms to walking back into our master suite was heavy as Nathan closed the door behind us. The girls had cried for almost an hour before Sarah finally helped us settle them down with hot milk, while my mind was completely exhausted, angry, and drained from watching Chloe lean over our ta
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