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Vivian’s heart skipped a beat the instant she saw the name flashing on her caller ID.Mum.Her throat dried up, her palms instantly damp. All the memories she had tried so hard to bury—the ones she had drowned with laughter, work, and Erick’s tenderness—surged back like a floodgate opening.The phone kept buzzing, vibrating against her palm as though it wanted to crawl inside her chest. Her hand lingered over the screen, frozen, while her heart raced like a caged bird.Why now? What does she want from me?Erick noticed it immediately. The brightness on Vivian’s face had dimmed, her smile vanishing as quickly as it had come. She looked like she was staring at something—or someone—that could ruin her world in a single second.“Why aren’t you picking up?” His voice was gentle, but his brows knitted in concern.Vivian shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together. It didn’t take a genius to see she wasn’t okay.Erick leaned over curiously, catching a glimpse of the glowing screen. “It

Anna picked up the phone from the passenger seat, squinting at the glowing screen as if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Gerald. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected to see his name, not after she ended his call with Aiden abruptly. Her thumb hovered over the green icon, her chest tightening. She knew exactly what he wanted—to talk to her, to swoop in and play hero. But she wasn’t some helpless damsel waiting to be rescued. Not anymore. Not after Andy’s betrayal. Not after Gerald had fired her as if she were disposable. No, she thought, jaw tightening. I made a promise to myself. No more leaning on any son of Adam. With deliberate slowness, she placed the phone back on the seat. “He’ll get tired eventually,” she muttered, folding her arms across her chest as if bracing against the ache inside. Outside the car window, firefighters moved like shadows against the flames, their voices sharp over the hiss of water and the crackle of burning wood. Neighbors huddled togethe

Gerald guided Anna toward their table, his hand firm yet tender on the small of her back. The warmth of his touch anchored her in the room buzzing with chatter, laughter, and champagne flutes clinking under crystal chandeliers. Every step she took with him felt deliberate, as though he were telling the world, She’s mine. Across the table, Andy nearly spat his wine. He coughed hard, covering it with a clenched fist, though the bitterness rising in his throat was far from the wine. They came? His pulse raced. His mother had warned him Gerald might be invited, but Andy had scoffed, convinced Gerald wouldn’t show up. Gerald was notorious for dodging social events, preferring to stay cloaked in power rather than paraded in public. And yet here he was. Not just here—he was here with her. Andy’s stomach twisted. Anna. The moment she had swept into the hall through those massive double doors, Andy thought he had seen a vision. He blinked once, twice, convinced it couldn’t be her. But now,

Dear husband I can live without you 💙 Chapter 97. Uuhm…” Anna shifted her body slightly away from him, her throat tight as though words had suddenly grown heavy there. “I think I’ll be in my room.” She rose to her feet quickly, her palms nervously smoothing the hem of her camisole. “Thanks… for tending to my wound,” she mumbled, her voice betraying her unease. “My pleasure,” Gerald answered with an easy nod, his blue eyes steady on her. “Alright then… goodnight.” She swallowed hard, barely meeting his gaze as she retreated toward the stairs. “Sweet dreams,” he said, his tone low, threaded with something she couldn’t name. Anna climbed the stairs one careful step at a time, but her heart thudded so loudly it was as though the entire house could hear it. By the time she reached her room, she slammed the door shut and leaned against it, chest heaving. Her hand flew to her lips. “What the hell was that?” she whispered, panting like someone who had just run a marathon. She could s

A thin blade of morning light slipped through the curtains and cut across Anna’s face. She stirred, groaning softly, and reached up to shield her eyes. The movement brought another sensation—warmth, heavy and solid, pressing against her back. Her heart jumped. ‘What the hell was that? Her lashes fluttered open. Gerald’s arm was draped across her waist, holding her as if she were something precious he refused to release. His breath fanned against her nape, steady and calm, and each exhale made her skin tingle. Memories crashed over her in a rush—his tongue, his fingers, the way she had screamed his name until her throat turned raw. Her body flushed hot at the recollection. “Oh, God…” she whispered, clutching the sheets closer to her chest. She shifted carefully, hoping to slip away before he woke, but the arm around her tightened instantly. Gerald’s lips brushed her shoulder, a lazy kiss that sent tremors down her spine. “Running away, sweetheart?” His voice was a gravelly murmur