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The Weight of Choices
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Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife The Weight of Choices
JulianI spent the night pacing my apartment like a man trapped inside his own head. The city outside buzzed faintly through the windows. It should’ve been comforting, that steady background noise of people just living their lives should have filled the silence. But it wasn’t. It only made me feel more alone.Every step I took across the floor felt heavier, as if the air had thickened since the meeting. I couldn’t stop replaying the man’s words. “You’re in or you’re done.” They looped in my mind like a broken record, the kind you can’t turn off no matter how hard you try. My stomach twisted every time I thought about Savannah. I wanted to tell her everything, to just throw my hands up and say, here. This is what I’ve done. This is how deep we’re in. But I couldn’t. Not yet.And so I stopped by the window and stared at the faint reflection of my own face in the glass. I looked exhausted and pale. I’d been living off caffeine and paranoia, and it showed. My mind kept running through eve
Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife The Devil’s Handshake
JulianHonestly, since my last meeting with that man, I haven’t planned to meet him again. I’d hoped he would disappear like a bad dream, like one of those you wake up from with a pounding heart, swear you’ll forget, but still think about hours later when you’re brushing your teeth. But he didn’t disappear. I guess I wasn’t surprised. People like him always come back when you’re trying to convince yourself you’re out.And so later that morning, I found myself waiting in that same little coffee shop downtown, the one where the barista never remembers my order and always calls me “Jason.” The place smelled like burnt espresso and wet pavement. It was raining again, not heavily, just enough to make you wonder if the sky was trying to apologize for something. I sat by the window, watching the city drag itself through the afternoon, and that’s when he walked in. He looked like someone who could vanish in a crowd and yet command silence in a room. I raised my eyes for a moment, pretending
Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife The Crow or Cartel
Julian Ever since that man walked away, I couldn’t sleep that night. The moment the door shut behind him, the silence that filled the apartment wasn’t peace, it was pressure. The kind that settles in your chest and refuses to leave.I paced the floor for a long time, barefoot, my thoughts drifted in multiple directions. Every step felt like walking through a thick fog. My mind kept looping back to his words. The cartel. The FBI. It all felt very overwhelming.He wanted to use me. That much he made very clear. The thought alone made my stomach twist. But somewhere under the anger and disbelief was something worse, a dull, stubborn fear that maybe I couldn’t escape this cleanly. That maybe just knowing what I knew had already made me part of it.And so I stopped by the window and looked down at the street. It was quiet, with only a few cars passing every now and then. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and exhaled Savannah’s name.She didn’t know. And for now, I wanted to kee
Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife The Proposal
JulianFor a few moments, I couldn’t move. It felt like I’d been backed into a corner and things were just getting more and more conflicted. I stood there frozen in place, staring at him for a long time, trying to steady the pulse that had started to pound against my throat. There was something about his calmness, his quiet, and unhurried certainty. It was the kind that made people dangerous. The kind that didn’t need to shout to sound like a threat. I could tell because I’d seen it before. But then, finally, I found my voice. “What exactly do you want from me? I bet it’s not just information about the Fords.” I said.He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, shoulders square, and his eyes tracing the apartment like he was memorizing it. Then his gaze came back to me, steady and cold. “What I want,” he said, his tone flat, “depends on what you’re willing to give.”I felt an anger rise when he said that. It felt like I was being toyed with, and yet I could not do anything abou
Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife The Mysterious Man
JulianSince that day I saw Savannah with that man, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. For days, the image of his face kept showing up in my mind. I couldn’t tell Savannah what I’d seen without feeling like I was spying on her, and that made my chest tighten.So I started looking. Not in the way I would usually dig for leverage, but in the slow, foolish way of someone who keeps pulling at a loose thread until the whole sweater threatens to come apart. I called old contacts, searched news archives, and read through the faded pages of business magazines. It was stupid and obsessive, and I did it anyway.The breakthrough came when I was scrolling through a stack of scanned documents from a decade ago. I almost missed the photo tucked into an FBI briefing, with its edges yellowed, and the caption half-cut off. He was in the photo, standing at the back of a crowded room, indistinct except for that face. Seeing him there felt like being slapped by memory. My father had always introduced th
Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife Smoke and Mirrors
SavannahThe coffee shops on Maple always felt quieter in the mornings. It is why I often liked this place. The lighting and atmosphere here felt relieving, like I could shed all my burdens away if only for a moment. The people here were calm. They moved like they had purpose but not urgency. I liked how calming everything was here. It let me think without the city crowding in.I had my laptop open and a notebook beside my cup. But I wasn’t really working. I was pretending to. My fingers tapped the table while my mind ran through names and dates, and maps. Colleen’s files were still in my jacket from the warehouse. I kept looking at them like they were a fable I hadn’t decided to take seriously yet.But then the doorbells chimed, and he walked in. As much as I hated his guts, he did always know how to make an entrance. He was never loud, nor flashy. He just moved through the room with that easy confidence, and when he spotted me, he smiled, and before I could stand up, he was sliding
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