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Chapter Thirty-Two – The Terms

作者: Banas
last update 公開日: 2025-12-14 13:58:01

The talk that followed should have been simple and ordinary—the standard script parents are contractually obligated to follow as soon as the word marriage floats into the room. But there was nothing ordinary about the way it landed.

My father spoke about taking care of each other when things got hard, not just when life was pretty and easy. He talked about bills and long hours and worry, about choosing, every day, not to turn on each other when the pressure built. His eyes flicked to Adrian, as
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