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"Hugo?"Isla couldn’t believe her eyes. Damien’s assistant, or ex-assistant, was standing before her, his eyes widened in shock.They were both surprised, but for different reasons."What are you doing here?" she mumbled, slowly lowering the rod."I should ask you that," he replied, looking around in surprise.Realization dawned on Isla as she stared intently at the man before her. If Hugo was here, that meant Damien was somewhere around.As if Hugo could read her thoughts, he spoke. "He’s not here.""What?""Damien. I’m sure you were just about to ask about him," Hugo said with a shrug.Isla blinked twice before asking softly, "Where is he?""You really think I’ll tell you that?" Hugo chuckled, shaking his head helplessly. "You took the little house I managed to afford because I’m now unemployed... thanks to you, and you’re already asking for favors?" He stared at her like she must be ridiculous.His brow furrowed as he continued."But I’m curious, though. What is the Mrs. Khan doing

An arm stretched toward her, offering to help her up from the floor. Isla didn’t have time to question how Damien got there as she accepted the help.He pulled her up and dashed out the door, heading toward the car waiting for them outside.Hugo assisted, opening the door and helping Damien get Isla in before moving to the driver’s seat and driving away from the house.Damien took off the jacket he had on and offered it to her to cover herself. She stared at him for a few quiet seconds before slowly accepting it.The ride to wherever they were heading was silent. Damien stared out the window while Isla gripped his jacket around her body. He was the last person she wished had seen what had happened between her and Gareth. She didn’t even know where to begin with the questions swirling in her mind.The car came to a halt in front of a different house from the one where she had previously found him. Damien opened the door and stepped out without waiting for her. He walked to her side and

Isla spent the day quietly by herself, mostly keeping herself busy playing games on Damien’s phone. Occasionally, she would check for any news about Gareth, but there was nothing, the public still hadn’t figured out she was missing. Everything looked normal, and that made her even more worried.The last time she saw Gareth, Damien had knocked him out. She wasn’t sure if he had woken up, or if he was still there, or if he was already on his way to make them pay, just like she had seen in her dreams.She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. So this was what it felt like to sit at home with nothing to do. She didn’t like it.Time flew by like a breeze, and it was already evening. If she was going to stay with a man she had almost ruined, who still had it in his heart to help her, then she should do something nice for him in return.Nothing came to her mind because the place was very quiet, and everything she needed was already available. Her gaze swept across the kitchen. At least she c

An appetizing aroma woke Isla up the next morning. A soft smile spread across her face as she jumped down from the bed. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been this happy to get up. She washed her face before following the smell of bacon and eggs to the kitchen, where Damien was.She simply leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she watched him cook happily, humming under his breath. He was wearing a black tank T-shirt that hugged his muscular frame perfectly, and the sight before her was simply marvelous. She couldn’t even remember the last time someone had cooked for her, except for their time in Europe, when he had cooked, but she hadn’t liked him then, so she couldn’t bring herself to eat it.He paused when he noticed someone behind him. A curve formed on his lips as he turned around. Isla stood there, not even trying to hide.“Hey,” he greeted softly.“Hi,” she smiled, trying to stop her lips from stretching any wider.“Good morning,” he said again.“Mor

Priya stared at the papers in her hand as if she were reading an autopsy report. She blinked again in confusion, her vision already blurring with tears."Priya," Dev muttered her name. He didn’t even know what to say at this point or how to explain things to her.She shook her head, as though everything was a dream and, within seconds, the paper would vanish from her hands, but it was real. Dev really had divorce papers he had already signed."You want a divorce?" was the first question she could bring herself to ask, her voice coming out in a cracked whisper."It's not what you think," Dev said, shaking his head.A chuckle escaped her lips. It wasn’t what she thought? How else could he explain what she was holding?"Dev, if you didn’t want this in the first place," she gestured to the space around them, "you could have just left me alone when I ran away. But you chose to chase after me and go through with the wedding. You chose to make me think you felt something for me. You chose to