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CHAPTER 92

Author: CagalieYula
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Monday rolled in like a quiet storm.

I watched Demi from the passenger seat of her car as she adjusted the volume on the radio, humming softly to some throwback R&B. Her lips moved with the lyrics, a soft sway to her shoulders, completely unaware of how much I was studying her. There was a brightness in her again. A spark. It reminded me of the woman I’d fallen in love with—the one who could bulldoze a room with nothing but her confidence and charm.

She’d just come off a major win. The client was onboard again. Sunrise was no longer a sinking ship, and Demi? She was back at the helm with her chin lifted high.

But something gnawed at the back of my head like a ticking timer.

“Babe,” I said as we pulled up in front of her building, “can I talk to you for a second? Before your day gets crazy.”

She raised an eyebrow, sliding the gear into park. “Sure. What’s up?”

I hesitated, turning to face her fully. “It’s about Ethan.”

Her expression changed immediately—shoulders tensing, eyes narrowin
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