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CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: THE ATTEMPT

Autor: Adwubi Gyimaya
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-21 04:01:57

RaQUEL POV

Three(3) Months Later

We were currently taking our morning walk around the neighborhood, our hands closely intertwined. We kept turning to smile at each other. The silence between us was warm and comfortable. Michael kept offering me water and never ceased to ask if I was okay.

It felt really nice, considering how concerned he was about me. We had been intimate everywhere imaginable during my honeymoon trimester, but now the urge to jump his bones was gone. Michael was being consi
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