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CHAPTER 62: The Ring and the Doubt

作者: ASHVA
last update 公開日: 2026-04-01 06:24:43

ARIA'S POV

The ring caught the light from the streetlamps on the drive home.

I kept looking at it. Not obsessively. Just the way you looked at something new on your body, registering it, checking it was still there. It was a pear-cut, simple band, sitting on my finger like it had always planned to be there.

The gala was still warm in my chest. The sales we made, Vincent's face,the room full of people who had stood in front of my work.

I was quiet on the drive.

Dominic didn't fill it. He sat bes
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