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Penulis: Grace Grandi
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-04 12:05:06

Chapter 27

Ethan’s POV

At first, I thought I was imagining it and my mind was playing tricks on me again.

Guilt has a way of playing tricks on your mind, especially when you’ve spent three years drowning in it, but when our eyes met across the room, I knew she was real.

Everything around me fell away. My heart pounded like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest, and I couldn’t understand why — because I didn’t think I had any deep feelings for her. Maybe I just missed her presence.

I’d just spent years replaying the sound of her voice because I actually missed her, the way she used to say my name when she was tired or just barely holding it together.

I miss her coffee, I miss her massage, I miss how she took care of Amber, so it is just missing her duties, not actually her person, right?

She looked very beautiful and attractive in that dress, and I hated that she was beside Kevin Laurent. When would she come to her senses and come back home?

Did she really lose her memory? Pe
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