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Chapter 33

Author: Dee-Jay
last update publish date: 2026-08-16 20:33:59

Suzan’s POV

Edward nodded slowly, his face hardening. "And that is what's keeping you from breathing."

"Yes," I admitted, the confession leaving my chest in a shaky exhaled breath. Once the dam broke, the truth spilled out in a rush. "The calls... they aren't random corporate intimidation. They knew me. They knew the exact timeframe of when I left Manhattan five years ago. They mentioned her."

Edward’s jaw set hard. "Tell me the exact wording of the text again."

I pulled my phone from my blazer
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