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Chapter Sixteen: Three Years Later
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2025-08-30 12:00:00January 2028 cast a soft, golden light over Montclair, New Jersey, the winter air crisp and biting, carrying the scent of frost and distant chimney smoke as I stepped out of Valley Hospital. My nurse’s scrubs clung to my skin after a grueling twelve-hour shift in the ER, where I’d stabilized a car accident victim and soothed a frightened child with a broken arm. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered on my hands, a stark contrast to the sweet honeysuckle wafting from nearby gardens. Three years had passed since I’d fled Justin’s Greenwich penthouse, my heart shattered by a TMZ photo: him at a Manhattan café, arm-in-arm with Claire Voss, the blonde tech investor whose startup had funded his AI project. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, their smiles too warm for “just business.” That image had fractured my trust when I was just 24, barely three years past the night we met at the Greenwich charity auction, when I was turning 21, wide-eyed and swept away by his charm.
The sapphire
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