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Chapter 50

Author: Hemme-E
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-14 11:15:48

Tamara

One week later.

I stood near the curtain, arms folded tight against my chest, pretending like I was just stretching my neck or fixing the blinds, but the truth was—I’d been standing there for a while now. Waiting. Watching the driveway through the narrow slit between the fabric.

It was later than usual. Leon never came back this late from work unless something else was going on. And I didn’t want to think about what “something else” could mean.

Then I saw the car pull in.

My chest tensed. I watched the familiar black Mercedes roll in like it owned the driveway. My breath slowed as I saw the passenger door open, and Leon stepped out.

He didn’t look tired. Or drained. Or stressed. His face was unreadable, calm in a way that made me uneasy. His jacket was draped over his shoulder casually, and he walked like he had nowhere to be in a hurry.

Then I saw the driver door open.

Sheila.

The sight of her made my stomach flip instantly. My arms dropped to my side. My throat dried. She ste
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