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CHAPTER 3: SILENT INTENT

Author: serenity
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 07:00:33

(Matthew’s POV)

I just knew she would take the long route.

I had been watching Jenna Jones long enough to know her patterns the way I knew code. She was methodical and predictable.

A woman who made the same careful choices every single day because careful choices felt safe.

But safe was boring. And safe was why she was dying slowly in that relationship with a man who didn’t deserve the air she breathed.

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