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I stared after him as he disappeared with the man.I hope you win them all, Tarzan. And also come back soon because I'm about to combust from anxiety.Soon after, drinks were served, and the ceremony began.I sat there alone, unsure of what to do or how to relax. Everyone around me looked like they belonged here—each face at the table screamed wealth in a dozen different ways. Their elegant body language and gestures was something I can't pull off, however I did my best to blend in.A popular musician performed on a grand piano, the melody so soft and beautiful that I found myself drifting into memories of the good times with Tarzan. The way he'd laugh. The way he'd pull me close. The way his hand-Nope. Not now, brain. Not in public.Absentmindedly, I toyed with the necklace he'd given me blushing at those naughty times—until I looked up and saw my face plastered on the big screen.I glitched in surprise and covered my mouth.Laughter rippled through the hall.Apparently, a camera

Taking a slow breath, I turned my attention back to the stage. The award presentation was about to begin. A famous actress stepped gracefully into the spotlight, smiling brilliantly as she approached the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, "please welcome our award presenters... Silver Adams and Jennifer West." Thunderous applause erupted through the hall. The massive screen immediately switched to the two celebrities as they made their way toward the stage. Jennifer smiled brightly and extended her hand toward Tarzan, clearly expecting him to escort her. He never noticed. Or perhaps... He simply ignored it. Without breaking stride, Tarzan continued walking, maintaining a polite distance between them. Jennifer's smile faltered for the briefest second. An awkward flicker crossed her face before she gracefully withdrew her hand and continued beside him as though nothing had happened. The cameras caught everything. "Hello everyone," Jennifer said seductively i

I took another slow sip of my champagne.The cool, sparkling liquid slid down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging beneath my skin.Carefully, I lowered the glass onto the table. My fingers trembled so badly that the crystal stem clicked softly against the surface.Tarzan hadn't spoken a single word.He sat beside me, his attention fixed on his phone, his expression unreadable. For some reason, that disappointed me more than I wanted to admit.Maybe… I should say something first. Maybe I was expecting too much.Just as I gathered the courage to speak, my phone buzzed inside my clutch.I frowned and slipped it open.A message.From Tarzan.My head snapped toward him. Without altering his calm, almost emotionless expression, he moved his lips—barely. I don't know how I caught it so quickly, but I did."Reply to your message."Oh.A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks. My heart stumbled into a frantic rhythm.Maybe this was safer. With cameras everywhere and hundreds of cel

MITCH'S POVWhen Jake called me to the living room, I ignored him. After everything I'd overheard, I wasn't in a hurry to join them. I took my time getting the baby to sleep before I finally returned."Man... why didn't you come when I called? You won't believe what we just saw on the screen."I glanced toward the television.The camera swept across the audience inside the glamorous awards venue—celebrities applauding as the host announced the next performance. Then, for barely a second, a famous actress appeared on the giant screen. Long dark hair. Her profile visible as she turned to smile at someone beside her."You called me out here to look at an actress on television?" I asked flatly, almost annoyed.Derek leaned forward. "No, it wasn't her. I swear we saw someone who looked like your ex-wife, Lena."Jake narrowed his eyes. "Derek's right. The woman really does look like her. Maybe her doppelgänger.""Why not have a seat and wait..." Jake muttered. "Maybe they'll show her again.

She stood on that stage now, glowing, breathtaking—ans being celebrated by a crowd filled with Hollywood celebrities and famous artists around the globe and other distinguished guests. This couldn't be real. The Lena I remembered was timid, always looking tired with ark circled and puffy face, her eyes downcast, apologizing for everything I complained about. She shares same face and body as the woman on the screen yet she appears to be more comfortable in her body. I glanced at Derek and Jake. They were staring at the massive screen with the same stunned silence that had gripped me. If I was hallucinating, were they also hallucinating?I watched as Lena stepped up to the microphone, her hand trembling slightly as she adjusted it. The room fell silent, waiting.She laughed—a nervous, beautiful sound that cut through me like a blade bringing back memories of the first time we met met as teenagers at that dingy coffee shop. "I'm sorry I haven't done this before," she said so