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84 – Ohhhh

Author: Ij Gabriel
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-07 13:13:53

Naya woke up earlier than usual.

The morning light slipped through the curtains, spilling across the floor and catching on the coffee mug he’d left on the counter last night. She sighed and turned away, pretending to scroll through her phone.

When she walked into the kitchen, he was already there, standing by the stove. His T-shirt hung loose, and his hair was still damp from the shower. He looked up briefly.

“Morning,” he said, his tone casual, but his eyes stayed on her a second too long.

“Morning,” she replied, moving toward the sink to rinse an apple.

He leaned back against the counter, watching her quietly. “You’re up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.

He smiled faintly. “I noticed. Heard you walking around last night.”

Her hand froze under the running water. “You were awake?”

He shrugged. “Hard not to be when someone’s pacing like a ghost.”

She turned, apple in hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You didn’t,” he said softly, but that look again the one that made her
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    Naya“Are you serious? No phones?”Zipper zipped his duffel shut and tossed it into the trunk. “Completely. No calls, no emails, no screens. Just us.”She folded her arms. “You know I can’t survive without music.”“You’ll live. I brought a speaker. Old-fashioned Bluetooth, no notifications.”“That’s cheating.”He smiled, sunglasses sliding down his nose. “That’s compromise.”She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted. He’d been hinting for days that he had “one last surprise.” Now she was standing beside his car in shorts and a loose white shirt, the Pacific air warm and salty.“Fine,” she said. “But if I get bored, I’m stealing your phone.”“You’ll be too busy.”****They reached the villa just before sunset. White walls, palm trees, and the sound of waves somewhere below the hill. The inside smelled of salt and lemons.Zipper carried the bags in while Naya explored barefoot, touching everything like she didn’t quite believe it was real.“This place is ridiculous,” she s

  • Not His Wife Anymore   Chapter 89: sweet time

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  • Not His Wife Anymore   Chapter 88: Torn

    NayaThe slap still echoed between them long after the sound had died.For three days, the house was silent. Naya spent her mornings in the kitchen, her evenings on the balcony, and her nights staring at the ceiling until dawn. Zipper was still there, moving around the apartment like a ghost, always giving her room but never too far.They didn’t speak, but somehow he was everywhere.Every morning, there was coffee waiting for her on the counter. The first day she ignored it. The second, she poured it down the sink. By the third, she drank half before realizing she’d given in.When she saw him that afternoon, he didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod like it meant something. Maybe it did.****One evening, she found him sitting on the couch with his laptop. Papers were spread across the table, the glow of the screen highlighting the tired lines around his eyes.“Working again?” she asked before she could stop herself.He looked up slowly, surprised she’d spoken first. “Trying to.”

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  • Not His Wife Anymore   Chapter 86– when trust is broken…

    NayaHer heart thudded when she peeled the wax seal open. The red cracked softly, and she froze for a second, glancing toward the door like she expected Zipper to appear out of nowhere.When no sound came from the hallway, she slid her thumb under the flap and pulled out the papers. A few photos fell onto the desk, spreading out like puzzle pieces.At first, she didn’t understand what she was seeing.The man in the old pictures was Zipper, only younger, his hair a little longer, his smile a little freer. But beside him were faces she knew too well. Her mother. Her father.What the hell?She picked up one photo, her hand trembling slightly. It was her parents standing in front of a house she remembered all too well, and there he was Zipper, standing right next to them, his hand on her father’s shoulder. They all looked happy.There were letters, too. Some had her father’s handwriting. One had Zipper’s name typed neatly at the top. Legal papers, agreements, signatures she didn’t unders

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