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Chapter 18:A Lesson In Jealousy

Author: Alexia Rose
last update publish date: 2026-03-15 18:39:38

The photograph was still on Julian's phone when Elena looked at it a second time.

Although taken through glass, it was clear enough that anyone could see exactly what it was — his hands on her face, her fists twisted in his shirt, both of them standing too close for people who were only supposed to be performing.

"Someone was outside that window," she said.

"Yes."

"While we were standing here."

"Yes."

Julian set the phone face-down on the desk. The softness that had been in his eyes two minute
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