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CHAPTER 148

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The morning began like any other beautiful lie.

Jeff made coffee shirtless, humming some old indie tune while I curled up on the sunlit corner of the couch with a travel magazine. His golden retriever energy—always infectious, always warm—had infected me, too. I was smiling without realizing it.

“We could go to Tulum,” he said, handing me a mug. “Or maybe Lisbon? Beach and pastries.”

I leaned against him, my fingers trailing the ink on the map. “Somewhere no one knows us. Somewhere quiet.”

“Just you, me, and zero press.”

And for the first time in a long time, I believed we might actually get it. Peace. Freedom. Something of our own.

We packed light. Rosa had volunteered to stay and watch the house while we were gone. I kissed her cheek on our way out the door, grateful to be leaving behind a mansion that held too many memories of Camille’s ghost.

Or so I thought.

We were halfway to the airport when Rosa called.

Her voice was panicked. “Demi... you need to come back. Now.”

“What happen
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    Grief had a strange texture—something like silk soaked in oil. It slithered over your skin, too soft to scream at, too slick to hold. That's what I felt in the days after Camille stormed into our lives like a hurricane and declared war with a folded piece of paper.A paper that claimed Jeff was the father of her unborn child.I still couldn’t say it out loud.Couldn’t even fully look at Jeff, not the same way. Not without seeing Camille’s smirk burned into the back of my eyes.We were living in the same house again, but it felt like a museum of silence. He stayed on the west side in the master suite, and I took up refuge in the glass room I once called my studio. Rosa brought me food. I left my plates clean and my words untouched.Jeff tried knocking once.I didn’t open the door.A week later, Rosa came in while I was lying on the cold tiles, staring at the high ceiling. My sketchpad was blank. The charcoal in my hand hadn’t moved in hours.“She’s gone,” Rosa said gently.I didn’t ans

  • RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK   CHAPTER 148

    The morning began like any other beautiful lie.Jeff made coffee shirtless, humming some old indie tune while I curled up on the sunlit corner of the couch with a travel magazine. His golden retriever energy—always infectious, always warm—had infected me, too. I was smiling without realizing it.“We could go to Tulum,” he said, handing me a mug. “Or maybe Lisbon? Beach and pastries.”I leaned against him, my fingers trailing the ink on the map. “Somewhere no one knows us. Somewhere quiet.”“Just you, me, and zero press.”And for the first time in a long time, I believed we might actually get it. Peace. Freedom. Something of our own.We packed light. Rosa had volunteered to stay and watch the house while we were gone. I kissed her cheek on our way out the door, grateful to be leaving behind a mansion that held too many memories of Camille’s ghost.Or so I thought.We were halfway to the airport when Rosa called.Her voice was panicked. “Demi... you need to come back. Now.”“What happen

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