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Chapter 13 — A Question Asked Right

Penulis: Nikora Clegg
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Rider's Point of View

Some moments don't need an audience.

I'd built an empire on spectacle with press releases, galas, and launches. I'd asked my ex-wife to marry me under a chandelier, with cameras. The champagne had cost more than my first car. She'd smiled for the photographers before she'd smiled at me.

Back then, I thought love needed proof. Now, I knew better. Love didn't need an audience, only presence. The right question asked in quiet meant more than any diamond paraded before a crowd.

I used to mistake admiration for affection. Julia had loved the way I fit into her world. I was polished, predictable, and profitable.

We'd looked perfect on paper. Two careers, two smiles, one headline-worthy marriage. But behind closed doors, our conversations were measured in transactions; in who hosted what, who impressed whom, and who was owed for each sacrifice.

With Layla, s
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