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Chapter One hundred and forty six

Author: Blessing. B
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 00:15:54

DAMIEN POV

I can't get a wink of sleep. I have been tossing and turning on the same bed where I have had her quite a few times.

I love her, can't she see it?

I can't explain the heartbreak I felt as soon as I stepped out of the car.

I was fine before you and I will be fine after you without any man.

Yes, baby I know. I know you are very okay without me, as much as that is scary I love that about you baby.

You are nothing more than that to me… You are Emily's father and that's all.

I want to be
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