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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Author: Amrat Usman
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-30 20:00:30

TYLER'S POV

“Does she know about your mother?” Dad asks quietly, his deep voice slicing through the soft hum of rain outside. He brings his wine glass to his lips, watching me over the rim. The playful glint he had earlier is long gone — replaced by that serious, sharp gaze that always finds a way to pin me down.

I shake my head. “She doesn’t have to know.”

Even as I say it, the words sound hollow. I can hear the weakness in my own voice. The truth is, I’m not sure if I believe what I just said. Keeping Anastasia out of this was supposed to make things simpler. But now, it feels like I’m holding a secret that’s bound to blow up in my face.

Dad leans forward, his expression darkening. “She’s your wife, Tyler. She deserves to know.”

“I know,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck.

His jaw tightens. “Don’t ‘I know’ me. You think I don’t see it? That girl—she didn’t just walk into this for money or convenience. Whatever arrangement you’ve got going, she’s still a person. She deserves the
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