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Chapter 57: The Stranger

Auteur: Dzifa
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-07 16:06:11

Three years passed like a dream.

Isabella stood at the window of her small apartment, watching the snow fall over Portland, her son Lucas playing at her feet. He was three now, a whirlwind of dark hair and green eyes and a stubbornness that reminded her too much of his father.

His father.

She hadn't thought about Damien in months and had trained herself to push him from her mind, to focus on the present, to build a life that didn't include the man who had broken her.

But sometimes, late at nigh
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