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Chapter 29

Author: Sam Velasquez
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Chapter 29.

Halfway through the wedding banquet, Ajax excused himself from the table and quietly left the hall. His destination was through the bathroom.

The corridors outside the reception buzzed faintly with music and laughter that filtered in from the distance, but here—just beyond the arched doorway—the light dimmed and the air turned cooler, as though the space had been preserved for private reckonings.

And in that stillness, Miranda appeared.

She stood just ahead in the hallway, her figure backlit by the pale glow of a chandelier overhead. Her back was straight, her hands clutched tightly around a designer purse, and her expression, though carefully composed, betrayed the nerves she couldn't fully hide.

Ajax met her gaze briefly and gave a faint nod, more habit than greeting. He didn’t stop walking.

But she stepped forward. “CEO Ajax,” she said, voice delicate and trembling despite the confidence she tried to summon. “I… I called you last night.”

In front of Gwyneth, she had clu
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