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Now I found the reason behind me owning too many off-shoulder blouses, because they had been crazy about those stuff. Now I wasn’t a 17-year-old Tyler, a grown-up woman. Besides, I was in no mood for clinging or pretending to be someone I was not. Footsteps alerted me before I heard their voices. “Tyler! Where were you the entire morning, slut?!”

status, attention, and now, it seemed, Emily. Seeing them together stirred a mix of emotions in Tyler...jealousy, confusion, and a deep-seated desire to pull Emily away from him and reclaim her attention. The animosity that had built between him and Blake since high school surged to the forefront of his mind. Their paths had diverged in the corporate world, and their rivalry had turned bitter over the years, marked by sharp words and strategic one-upmanship.

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I clicked the link, which took me to one of the news sites. “Rich Author Raises Money for Families in Need,” read the article’s heading. My mouth suddenly went dry, I right myself on the bed. This wasn’t the kind of thing I could look at while lying down. I scanned the article, taking in fragments here and there. Evangeline Snow the reporter said, is a Contemporary romance writer whose novels are New York Bestselling books has started her charity work by raising money for friends facing foreclosure. That had been the year before, and since then she’d organized fundraisers for several other families and has foundations which helps orphaned kids.

Emily "Are you sure you are ok with us not going on our honeymoon? I mean everything is set already. I have the tickets, everything!" Tyler continued to try and talk me into leaving with him for our honeymoon. But how can we leave just a few days after the incident with Hope?

Tyler began to say like a seasoned adventurer mapping out uncharted territories, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of boundless opportunities. “First, I am going to buy myself a good big yacht. Hahaha. I have always seen that thing in movies and read about it in a book, what is the title of that book…” Tyler tried to remember as he continued to say drunkenly. “Ah! Yes! I remember!” he exclaimed happily, drunk. “Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!”

She smiled faintly, reached for his hand like she was brushing past a stranger, and walked away. Tyler stood still his shoulders square but his chest hollow. Like he'd been gutted in real-time. Slowly, his eyes turned to me. Just… looked. As if expecting a judgment I didn't offer. Instead, he exhaled, long and slow, then took a deep shot of the drink on the table, the burn of it stretching across his throat and into his bones. And me? Oh, I sat there with my lips curling into something dangerous. So, he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. Anne was gone. Eric was bleeding. The chaos was settled in ashes.

As majority of the work was done, we were now presenting all the ones we came up with and which one they liked the best. My assistant stepped in, "Mr Devon Tyler is here ma'am," she announced as I nodded as she led him in before leaving us, closing the door behind her. As it remained silent for a few minutes before I sighed, turning to face him as he was standing behind my chair, havinge collide with him when I turned to face him. "Alena I am sorry about my actions. I didn't know that was happening to you and from now on it will never happen again from any person." he vowed as I saw the solemn look he shared with me. Now his entire frame was in front of me as I stared at him, with a sigh aga

“Okay, shut it. That’s enough.” A small smirk tugged at my lips. Point proven. “But seriously,” I continued, “why have you been so quiet lately? No love interests? No dramatic disasters? Nothing?” Tyler went strangely silent. For a split second, something unreadable crossed his face. Longing maybe. Regret. Then it disappeared just as quickly. There was definitely someone. But why wasn’t he talking about her? Instead of answering, he flopped backward onto my bed and peered toward my laptop. The email from AetherCore was still open.

There was a short silence on the other end. “Just come to the office and don’t open your social media,” she said. But I can be stubborn, so I opened my account. The moment the page loaded, I froze. An article with the headline, “Is Kayla Danes Cheating on Derek Boyles?” appeared on my screen. My stomach dropped. Oh, fuck.