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Chapter Thirteen

Author: Tee Growrich
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 23:18:00

After three long days, the sound of tires crunching outside made my heart jump. I rushed to the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling fingers, my breath catching when I saw Richard’s car pulling into the driveway.

But relief quickly turned to dread.

The passenger door opened slowly.

Stacy stepped out.

She looked pale and fragile, dressed in soft, cozy fabrics with dark glasses covering her eyes. A nurse showed up right behind her, carrying a small bag and gently supporting her arm as if Stacy was seconds from collapsing.

And then Richard appeared walking around the car to help her like he’d done it a hundred times.

My stomach twisted.

He hadn’t been home in days. No calls. No messages. Nothing.

Now he was finally here and he’d brought her with him.

By the time the front door opened, I had managed to steady myself, standing in the hallway like a statue. The door creaked open and Richard walked in first. His eyes barely met mine.

Stacy stepped in quietly, leaning on
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