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Chapter 54: The Woman Who Made Him

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(Richard’s Pov )

I told myself I was ready.

The whole drive over to my mother's house was overwhelming. I rehearsed my speech, going through every argument and angle, picking out careful sentences meant to get what I needed without having to beg. By the time I turned into our estate street, I’d run through the words so many times to an extent they had started to lose their meaning.

Then I parked the car and just sat there, letting the truth catch up with me.

I wasn’t ready, composed or was the
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