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And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side. I reached for myself instead, biting the pillow so the staff wouldn’t hear whose name I was moaning when I came a second time that night. Twenty-nine days. God, I was already losing count.

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The rich scent of coffee filled the air, signaling the start of a new day. Everyone has to live with the choices they make, and I chose to move forward. The past seven years were like a book I’d finally closed, with no reason to ever reopen it. The light above the operating room flicked on. I scrubbed in, pulled on my gloves, and stepped forward. “Let’s begin.” Whether it was the surgery ahead or this new chapter of my life, I was finally ready.

Even though our new loft apartment was practically empty, save for a few cardboard boxes and a blow-up mattress we had dragged in, the energy inside it was pure, unadulterated chaos. We were using the massive, gold-framed bathroom mirror to do our makeup, our voices bouncing off the bare hardwood floors as our favorite playlist blasted from Chris's portable speaker. ​"If we are doing this, we are doing it right," Chris declared, aggressively blending his eyeshadow. "I am nineteen tomorrow. I am practically an elder. I must look the part."

While peeling an apple, she slipped, and her thumb started bleeding. She stared at the blood and could not help remembering all the times Julian had been hurt and could not stop bleeding. The doctor had said he had a clotting disorder. Why had she forgotten that? Vivian was startled by the thought that flashed through her mind. Was she supposed to remember that? Nolan noticed her expression. "Vivian, what have you been thinking about these days? "Are you thinking about Julian?" As if her thoughts had been exposed, Vivian denied it again and again.

She slept. End of chapter 98

I waited for eight years. What I got was his ninety-ninth canceled wedding, watching him hold another woman in his arms while feeding her drinks, and him forcing my hands onto broken glass just to make another woman happy. That was when I woke up from the dream. When I opened my eyes, dawn was already breaking outside. Pale light spread across the ocean’s surface. The pillow beneath my face was damp, though I didn’t know when I had started crying. The things happening back in Corholt reached me through the Anderson family’s intelligence network.

Just the one left behind. But it was okay. After this… there’d only be one chance left. One more, and then she’d be gone. Smoke filled her lungs, fire closed in. Her vision blurred—until she couldn’t fight it anymore. And finally, she passed out in the flames.

He would stop at nothing to protect her. --- End of Chapter 49