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Chapter 130: Love Is Not the Weak Point
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2026-01-09 12:00:53Julia stood alone beneath the overhang, rainwater sliding from her hair to the pavement in quiet drops. The city hummed around her—cars hissing past, lights bleeding into wet asphalt—but none of it reached her. She felt suspended, caught between the storm outside and the one tightening in her chest.
The paper was folded in her hand, softened by moisture, the ink smudged but still legible. She had memorized the language already. Annulment permissible under governance breach. As if a marriage were a faulty contract. As if love could be returned, unopened.
She read it again anyway.
“Julia.”
Brandon’s voice came from behind her, low and careful. She didn&rsquo
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