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The View from the Audi

Author: Deeva
last update publish date: 2026-07-29 07:05:42
Chloe’s POV

The heater in my Audi was blasted on high, but the chill in my bones had nothing to do with the October rain beating against the windshield. I gripped the leather steering wheel so hard my manicured nails dug into the leather, staring through the blurred glass at the gym exit.

"He did not even look at you," Sienna said, snapping her lip gloss shut with a little pop. She adjusted her mascara in the vanity mirror, not even bothering to sound sympathetic. "He walked right past your l
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