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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE~~

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 23:58:56
"The most dangerous thing a man can do is love someone he was never supposed to want."

MARCO (INTERLUDE)

My hands are white-knuckled on the steering wheel the entire drive across the city.

Three days. Three days since that ring flashed on Cassandra's finger and I haven't slept once. Haven't eaten. Haven't done anything except sit in my office staring at walls and replaying the look on Antonio's face when he made that announcement. Calm. Deliberate. Like he'd rehearsed it. Like he wanted me to fe
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