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Chapter 12

Author: Raven
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 07:28:13
Isabella's POV

By the time I got home that evening, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing.

I dropped my bag down on the kitchen counter and picked it up. Message after message from my assistant, from Adrian, from numbers I didn't even know. Then I saw the headline at the top of every news app I had.

Julien Hamilton Declares: "I Want My Wife Back."

I stood there in my quiet kitchen, the city lights glowing through the windows, and read the article twice before I let myself feel anything.

He'd calle
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