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The Wedding Is Back On

作者: Cee Cee
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 09:52:50

The streetlights blurred as I drove, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white.

My phone sat on the passenger seat literally begging me to pick it up...

Call Cole.

Call Cole right now!!

The thought crossed my mind over and over, but I instantly shut it down.

No. Calling Cole right now would be a terrible idea. I couldn't reach out to him until I spoke to my father and confirmed what Daniel said was actually true.

I needed to see the documents and hear the story from
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