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Chapter 65: The Anniversary

Autor: Dzifa
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-15 15:57:52

Four years.

Isabella stood at the window of their home, their real home, not the safe house, not the apartment, but the house they had bought together on the waterfront watching the sun rise over the ocean. Four years since she had said yes to Damien's proposal. Four years of marriage, of parenting, of building a life together.

She had never been happier.

"Mommy." Lucas appeared at her side, his green eyes sleepy. "Daddy says we're going on an adventure."

"Does he?"

"He says it's a surprise." L
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