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Why is she after him

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-04-06 11:26:49

Delia’s POV

From the moment Katia stepped into the Windsor estate, something shifted.

I couldn’t name it at first. I told myself it was nerves, that strange flutter that comes when a life milestone is unfolding in real time and everyone around you seems to be watching, measuring, and waiting for you to step into the role you’ve been rehearsing since your sister decided to have a baby. This was my engagement, my future, my moment.

And yet, my stomach wouldn’t settle.

Julian had been polite to me
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Brooke
How can Julian get married if he’s already married? And why cheat on his wife?!?
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