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Chapter 226: The Triangle

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-03-01 17:40:51

The bronze sculpture in the window of Maison AVA had become a shrine.

Tourists stopped to take selfies. Art critics wrote essays about the "raw, jagged agony" of the piece. And the tabloids... the tabloids had found a new narrative.

THE ARTIST AND THE MUSE: THE TRAGIC LOVE STORY BEHIND AVA.

Aurora sat at her desk, staring at a magazine spread. It featured photos of her and Michel in Paris (taken by Henry’s PI, leaked by god-knows-who), looking young, desperate, and undeniably close.

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