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Chapter 33 – The Muffin IncidentIf someone were to look at my life right now, like actually look, not the curated snapshots I post on I*******m, but the real behind-the-scenes footage, they'd probably assume I’m starring in a really underfunded documentary titled,Burnout: The Glamorous Decline of Charlotte Montgomery.It’s been two months since London. Two whole months since I ghosted the city, the hotel, the man, and quite literally everyone else. And yet, here I am, still living in the emotional aftershocks like they’re rent-free guests in my very overpriced penthouse.“I’m saying this with love,” Callie begins, already offensive, “but you look like someone who haunts train stations.”I blink at her from the kitchen counter, clutching a crusty slice of cold pizza like it’s the only thing tethering me to Earth. “So I’m going for ethereal. Iconic.”“Your hair’s greasy.”“I’m saving water. For the planet.”She chucks a cushion at me, full force. “You’re not eating, Char. You’re not sl

The room goes so still I swear I can hear the hum of the fridge from the kitchen. My nod hangs there, suspended in the air like some awful truth balloon no one wants to pop.My cheeks are still wet, my throat raw, and my whole body feels like I’ve been holding my breath for an hour.Callie, bless her entirely misguided soul, clears her throat. “Well… that explains the glowing skin.”I stare at her. Emily stares at her. Somewhere, the fridge hum gets louder.Callie winces. “Okay, not the right moment. Got it.”“Charlotte,” Emily says, crouching down so she’s eye-level. Her voice is calm, too calm, the way you’d talk to someone who’s about to run into traffic. She puts her hand on my knee, warm and steady. “Breathe.”“I am breathing,” I snap, except it comes out in this shaky, pathetic voice that makes me want to kick myself.Callie’s pacing behind her, wearing a groove into my bathmat. “This is insane. This is, holy shit, this is actually happening.” She throws her hands up, then immed

For a second, I genuinely think I’ve fallen asleep again.Maybe I’m still dreaming. Maybe I finally snapped after throwing a pregnancy bomb into the middle of a billionaire’s relationship and my brain has decided to protect itself by creating an extremely attractive hallucination.Because Theo is standing outside my apartment door.Theo.Actual Theo.Not a text message from three thousand miles away. Not a photo on social media. Not a memory from London.Theo.Standing in my hallway wearing a dark jacket and that crooked smile that should honestly be regulated by several governments.I stare at the security monitor so long that he glances up at the camera and raises an eyebrow.Then he waves.My stomach immediately does a weird little flip.Oh my God.He’s real.He’s actually here.The doorbell rings again.“Charlotte,” I mutter to myself, fumbling with the lock. “Open the bloody door before he thinks you’ve died.”The second I pull the door open, Theo’s smile widens.For a moment nei