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Chapter Twenty Two

Penulis: Bennie Black
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-29 20:13:53

EMMA’S POV

Few days ago, I sent a message to Jay about what I heard Alexander say. I hated that Jay laughed at my vulnerability. I hate that I except do much from bring a nanny to my own children while slowly falling in love with the man who has no commitment in his veins, who is left in the dark, with children and no identity of the mother. I hate that I love him so quickly. I almost hate that I was a surrogate.

And of course, I had patience, waiting for Jay's findings on his reasons for not being committed.

I open a mail from an unknown sender. It keeps loading, the arrow turning around in fading circles and finally, it opens—it is a lengthy email from my private investigator.

The email opens, and my eyes begin to scan the contents, reading every word carefully. What an interesting topic! I put on my blue lens and glue my eyes to the screen. It is a detailed finding on Alexander's past love life.

I grab a can of crunchy chips from the table and munch slowly as I read. A part of me w
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