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Stella.

The morning started with a chill that crept in under the kitchen door, brushing against my ankles while I stood over the stove, flipping pancakes for Eli and Emma. I could hear them bickering down the hall—about who would pick the cartoon for breakfast, about which color lunchbox to use, about who would feed Patch. I let their voices fill the quiet. It was better than thinking about the uneasy presence that had lingered around us these past weeks.

Alex had left before dawn for some meeting he said couldn’t wait. His absence left an emptiness in the house, a hollow I tried to fill but could not. I didn’t want the kids to see the worry on my face, so I kept it light—asked them about their dreams, kissed the tops of their heads, pressed orange slices into their palms.

While Emma hunted for her missing sneaker, I gathered their school things. Eli’s lunchbox sat on the counter, the lid off, as if someone had been looking for a snack. I clicked it shut, slid it into his backpack
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  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    144

    Alex.There was something off about the way the bouquet sat on the kitchen counter, too pristine, too pointed. White lilies—funeral flowers, a cliché but still effective. Their perfume seemed to thicken the air, filling every corner of the house with a sweetness that turned sickly in my nose. Whoever sent them wanted to make an impression, and they’d succeeded.I found Stella in the hallway, arms folded, face blank but for that faint crease between her brows. She didn’t look at me when I picked up the card, just hovered at my shoulder as if she expected it to bite.The handwriting was sharp.Enjoy him while you can.There was no signature. There never was. But the meaning was clear enough.I kept my voice low, careful not to let the twins—chattering in the next room—pick up on the tension. “When did these arrive?”She glanced at the clock, then away. “Half an hour ago. Courier dropped them at the door. I didn’t recognize him.”I studied her profile. She was doing that thing she did wh

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    Josh.I froze. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I spun around, scanning the street. Nothing out of place—just the wind, the dull rumble of distant traffic.But then I saw a black sedan, idling across the street. Windows up, engine running. I couldn’t see the driver.I stared at it, phone pressed tight to my ear, heart pounding. The line went dead.My blood turned to ice.I stood rooted on the porch, staring at the car, trying to make sense of the last thirty seconds. The air felt suddenly too thin, too sharp. I glanced back at the house. The front window was still open, curtains fluttering in the breeze. I could see Stella moving inside, clearing mugs from the counter, completely unaware that someone was out here watching.I didn’t want to spook her any more than she already was, but I also knew I couldn’t just walk away. Not now.The car didn’t move. I couldn’t see a license plate, couldn’t make out the driver behind the glass. It was as if the car itself was daring me to come close

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