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CHAPTER 61: Before the World Knew
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2026-09-30 20:00:51
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The Billionaire Ex's Secret Baby CHAPTER 92: The Night Before
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The Billionaire Ex's Secret Baby CHAPTER 90: The Music Room
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Noah POVI woke before the alarm on Sunday morning and found myself looking at the dresser. The music box sat where I had left it, lid closed, with the cream-colored envelope hidden inside. I had not slept badly. I had simply spent the early hours imagining every sentence my grandmother might have written, and none of them had been calming.“You’re staring at it,” Tracy said, without opening her eyes.“I’m not.”“You’ve been staring for ten minutes. I can feel it. It’s like sleeping next to a very polite lighthouse.”I laughed and rolled toward her. “I’m only looking.”“We said Sunday evening.”“I know. I’m being patient.”“That’s patience?” She cracked one eye open. “You look like a dog watching a sandwich.”“A very well-trained dog.”She pulled the blanket over her head, laughing, and I kissed the top of the lump she made. Then I got up and went to make breakfast, partly because I had promised pancakes and partly because the kitchen was the one room where I couldn’t see the dresser.
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