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Chapter 8

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The sun had started setting, casting golden streaks across the grocery store parking lot when I stepped outside. Anger simmered beneath the surface as I clutched the neatly packed paper bags in both arms.

And then I stopped dead in my tracks.

The black Aston Martin was gone.

My jaw dropped slightly. I spun in a slow, disbelieving circle. Maybe. Just maybe, he was parked in a different spot.

He wasn’t.

“Are you kidding me?” I muttered.

A sharp breeze tugged at my dress as I stood frozen, overwhelmed by disbelief.

I took a deep breath. Calm down, I whispered to myself. With trembling fingers, I pulled my phone from my pocket and ordered a ride back to his house.

By the time I reached the estate and walked through the kitchen entrance with the groceries, I was heartbeat away from exploding.

Liam sat at kitchen island, eyes glued to his phone, completely unfazed by the fact that he’d left me behind at the store.

“You left me,” I said, slamming the bags onto the counter.

He didn’t look up.
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