(Theo’s POV)I’m standing in aisle 7 of the Fresno grocery store, under lights that buzz like dying insects, and the air tastes like stale bread and regret.My sneakers are glued to the linoleum. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t look. Every instinct screams at me to turn around, walk out, keep pretending the world ended somewhere else. But my hand moves anyway, slow, heavy, like it belongs to someone else and pulls the latest Forbes issue from the rack.The cover slams into me like a freight train.Livia.Smirking. Head high. Black blazer open over white silk, hand on her waist, six-weeks-postpartum softness still visible, unhidden, unapologetic. Alexander behind her, hand possessive on her hip, chin on her shoulder, eyes locked on her like she’s the only thing that exists in his entire universe.The headline screams in bold white:“The Most Powerful Couple in America”Livia Kane, CEO of the new Kane-Harper empire, smirking on the cover with her husband’s hand on her six-weeks-postpar
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