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Chapter 88

Author: TemsRay
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Chapter 88: "The One I Let Slip Away"

Ruben

The house was too quiet.

He stood in the living room, the file from his lawyer crumpled in one hand — Divorce Proceedings.

He hated the way her name looked next to his now.

Like it was borrowed. Temporary. A mistake.

“You really did it, Lia,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re leaving.”

He didn’t need anyone to tell him she wasn’t coming back. Not this time.

He’d knocked on Daph’s door two nights in a row and hadn’t seen her once. She wouldn’t respond to his texts. She wouldn’t answer his calls. She’d vanished into Daph’s care, just like that, and she had every right to.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cold marble wall, guilt slicing through his chest like glass. He remembered it all.

The day he threatened her with her mother’s job.

The day he used her nudes as leverage.

The way she flinched the first time he touched her shoulder after the wedding.

And somehow, in his twisted world of co
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