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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: "STOLEN MOMENTS"
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2025-07-26 16:20:31The Moore estate was everything Lauren remembered — sprawling white columns, perfectly trimmed hedges, and the scent of fresh magnolias drifting on the summer air. It stood like a portrait of tradition and wealth, untouched by time, untouched by scandal.
But Lauren felt like a crack in the glass.The SUV pulled up the long, curving driveway and came to a gentle stop before the grand front steps. Even before Richard stepped out, the front doors opened.“Lauren!” Mrs. Moore’s voice rang warmly across the drive.Lauren stepped out, greeted with the soft embrace of her mother-in-law — graceful as ever in a pale blue dress, her eyes shining with affection.“You look radiant,” Mrs. Moore said, brushing a hand over Lauren’s hair. “The city suits you.”“It’s good to see you again, Ma,” Lauren whispered with a soft smile, her arms wrapping briefly around the older woman’s waist.A blur of curls and excitement came bounding down t
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