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One Month Mark
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2026-11-05 04:30:00Charlotte
I stared at the thick leather planner resting on the center of the glass desk. The dark ink stood out sharply against the crisp white page.
The quiet hum of the penthouse felt suddenly very loud. I traced the edge of the leather binding with my fingertip, my heart beating in a heavy, uneven rhythm. Tomorrow was the twenty-second. It had been exactly one month since we stood in front of Judge Harper and signed our names to a legal contract.
The soun
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