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70: Broken Record

작가: Tarina
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-01-04 23:22:18
[Deric]

"This is what we have to do, Deric," she cuts me off with that innocent smile that always seems to melt my resolve. But not today. Not with this.

"There’s no need for that. Someone already has it covered. She’ll do a perfect job."

Vivian stiffens beside me, her hands balling into fists as her nails dig into her palms. I can see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

"But I wanted to—"

"But nothing, Vivi," Mr. Thompson cuts her off again, his voice a low, commanding tone.

My brows furrow. Vivi? Since when did he start calling her Vivi? The way he says it doesn’t sit right with me, like they share some unspoken understanding.

Her shoulders slump angrily, and there’s a fire in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. She looks like she wants to say something, but she bites her lip, holding it in.

"Now, the plan for Sawyer Group is this. Since I already have…"

The more they talk, the more my mind drifts away. The words blur into a dull hum in the background.

All I can
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  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    Author’s Note

    Wow. What a journey it’s been, right? Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this wild, emotional journey. Arella and Lincoln's story has been so close to my heart, and I hope it’s touched yours too. Your support means more than words can say, and I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you guys are the real MVPs. ❤️ P.S. If you loved this story, I’d be over the moon if you gave my future books a read. Trust me, more heart-tugging, exciting stories are coming your way! Until next time, Tarina (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◠⁠)⁠—⁠☆

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    Epilogue II

    [Arella]I whip around, eyes widening as I practically leap off Lincoln's lap in surprise."You're here!" I blurt, caught off guard but grinning. "I thought you said you couldn’t make it."Standing there, looking sheepish and a little road-worn, is Deric. He scratches the back of his head, wearing that same awkward, harmless smile he has these days."I wouldn’t have made it," he admits, voice a little raspy from travel, "but my flight was delayed... so I thought, what the hell, why not crash the party anyway?""Deric," Lincoln says, stepping up beside me, his hand still resting easy at my waist."Lincoln," Deric replies with a short nod, his voice even.There's a brief pause—more out of old habits than real tension—before Deric extends his hand. Lincoln studies him for a beat, then accepts the handshake without hesitation, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, civil smile.The tightness I hadn't even realized was clenching my chest slowly eases."This is, uh, for your son," Der

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    Epilogue

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  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    211: Finally Home

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