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Chapter 25: The Scroll

ผู้เขียน: Rita Scott
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The city outside my penthouse window glowed like a circuit board, but Gabriel couldn’t focus on it. Not when his phone buzzed nonstop on the coffee table.

He told himself not to look. Not tonight. But the pull was relentless.

One swipe.

And there she was.

Emily.

Hand on her stomach, face soft with that fragile glow. The caption was simple and devastating.

“Some blessings can’t be denied. #Miracle #Truth”

The comments were endless.

“Protect her.”

“She deserves happiness.”

“This is what real family looks like.”

His throat closed. His fingers tightened on the phone until the case creaked.

It wasn’t the photo itself. It was what it implied—that she was untouchable. That she was already rewriting the story before he’d even figured out which parts of it were real.

And the worst part? Looking at her… He felt something. Recognition he couldn’t explain. A flicker of warmth he didn’t want, like his body remembered even if his mind refused.

Gabriel set the phone down too hard, the screen flashin
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