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16. Second Choice

last update publish date: 2026-06-23 15:14:28

Claire's POV

The dinner ended far later than I would have liked.

By the time Damien and I left the Laurent estate, the sky had darkened completely and a cold wind swept across the driveway. Margaret hugged me goodbye and reminded me to visit more often. Victor shook my hand and told Damien he expected the quarterly reports on Monday. Everything appeared normal.

Perfectly normal but that was the problem, nothing felt normal anymore.

The ride back to Manhattan passed quietly. Damien spent most of
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