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Chapter 26

Author: Gracey Margaret
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-23 22:38:09

Chelle walked into the executive floor like she hadn’t spent the last forty-eight hours wrapped in Simon’s sheets, like his hands hadn’t memorized her skin, like she hadn’t woken up beside him with her heart doing foolish, hopeful things.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor—sharp, controlled. Every step said nothing happened. Every breath said hold it together.

She stopped in front of his office door, straightened her blazer, and knocked once.

“Come in.”

His voice.

She pushed the door open.

“Good morning, Mr. Martins,” she said, cool and distant, already turning toward the desk where she’d planned to drop off the documents.

Simon shot up from his chair so fast it scraped loudly against the floor.

“Chelle—”

She didn’t look at him.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, crossing the room in long strides. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You left without a word. You didn’t have to go like that—we could have talked. I swear to you, I didn’t know. I didn’t know any of it.”

She finally face
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