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Chapter 191: I’m never wrong

Author: Black sweet
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-08 23:59:21

~ Avelyn ~

I stood at the door, as if staying there would stop things from escalating more than it already has. I didn’t even know what I was doing here with his baby in my belly and a secret in my closet.

Xander walked into the room, making himself comfortable by removing his cuffs. The simple act alone looked like something straight out of a corporate shirts commercial. I watched him uncork a bottle and pour into two glasses, I’m assuming the second one was for me. He always did this even t
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