Work was my refuge.No matter how twisted my life had become in the span of a few days, the hum of computers, the clack of keyboards, and the familiar aroma of burnt coffee in the AV Tech design department always gave me a strange sense of peace.Here, I wasn’t a secretly married royal heiress.Here, I was just Valerie Vale — a dedicated team leader with messy hair, paper cuts, and too many browser tabs open.“Val, the rendering’s glitching again,” Lianne called, half-laughing, half-panicking.I rolled my chair toward her desk, scooting like a woman on a mission. “What did I say about ignoring viewport orientation, huh?” I teased, clicking away at her screen. “Coffee. I told you. You need your coffee.”She let out a sheepish laugh as the file corrected itself. And just like that, we were back to normal.If only the rest of my life were this easy to fix.Twelve floors above me, the new company director — and my new husband — was probably managing stock growth, merger timelines, and int
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