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Chapter 158

Author: Sienna Vale
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 04:16:54

RICHARDSON'S POV

I haven’t slept in three nights.

Not since Abigail walked out of my gates with Tristan in her arms and Alexander’s shadow stretching behind her like a curse.

The mansion feels different without my son’s cry echoing through it. The silence gnaws at me. It creeps into the walls, into my veins.

I stand in the middle of my study, staring at the shattered glass on the floor. I don’t remember throwing the decanter, but the smell of whiskey burns sharp in the air.

“They’re still not
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