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CHAPTER 85

Author: CagalieYula
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-16 23:00:40

I wasn’t expecting to find the photo.

It was wedged between the pages of a book on Jeff’s shelf—one I had given him for his birthday three years ago. I hadn’t been snooping. I was just looking for something to read while he took a call in the other room. My fingers slipped, the spine cracked open, and there it was.

A picture of Jeff and Stella.

Not just any picture.

They were in Paris.

Smiling. Kissing. Happy.

The background was the Eiffel Tower, but it wasn’t a tourist snapshot. It looked… intimate. Like someone had captured them mid-moment, mid-laughter, mid-love.

I froze, the book dangling in my hands.

When Jeff walked back into the room, phone still pressed to his ear, his smile faltered the second he saw my face.

“What’s wrong?”

I held up the photo without a word.

He stopped in his tracks. “Where did you…?”

“In your book. My book.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. Demi, I didn’t even know that was there.”

“It was in a book I gave you,” I said, my voice low and tight. “Was t
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