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Chapter 31: The Couple They Pretended to Be

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(Draxler POV)

The magazine headline read: *Vivienne Vale — The Woman Who Helped Adrian Churchill Heal.*

The photo occupied almost the entire spread.. Adrian in navy, Vivienne beside him in something pale and understated, both of them at a charity dinner for a children's medical foundation — the kind of event that practically wrote its own positive coverage. The shot made them look closer than they probably were, and the caption writer had wasted none of the opportunity. *quiet strength*, *sha
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