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148: Her Past.

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-24 18:07:05

Cheryse's POV

The bar was dimly lit, smelling faintly of whiskey and rain-soaked asphalt.

I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, legs crossed elegantly as I leaned back against the velvet booth. My lipstick was smudged from the last drink, and my mind was still spinning with Jon’s words.

Help them get rid of Delilah.

I’d agreed, not out of loyalty, but because the thought of Delilah breathing the same air as me made my blood boil. The perfect wife. The victim. The woman who somehow had both Caleb and Thorne wrapped around her little finger. It was pathetic. But soon, it would all end.

And after that?

My lips curved into a bitter smile.

After that, I’d leave Caleb. He could keep his shiny company, his father’s approval, his mother’s fake praise — I didn’t care anymore. I’d be long gone before he ever found out the truth. That the son he adored wasn’t even his.

I glanced at the mirror behind the bar, meeting my own reflection. The woman staring back at me was unrecognizable. Caleb r
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