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I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

She helped me into the car, blasted the heater, and draped another coat over me. "Airport," I whispered. My voice cracked. "My immigration approval came through today. My flight’s booked." "Got it." We sped through the streets, the wind howling outside. At the airport, she handed me my suitcase and phone. "I’ll send everything over." I nodded weakly. I texted Shawn, "The divorce papers are signed and left on your desk. Goodbye. We’re done." I texted my parents, "I'm cutting all ties with you."

But strangely enough, just as I was about to speak again, Natalie started squirming in my arms, insisting on getting down. Thinking that she might be feeling unwell, I asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Natalie?" "Mommy…" Natalie's clear voice rang out. "Daddy and Aunt Lynda… Marriage certificate." Her words weren't all that clear, but everyone present wasn't stupid. They immediately understood what she was trying to say. While still reeling from the shock, I realized that this was a golden opportunity, handed to me on a silver platter. Natalie had presented me with this rare opportunity. She would've taken that beating for nothing if I hadn't utilized it well.

The silence didn’t argue. Still… the note sat there on the counter looking smug, and my chest felt warm in a way I wasn’t ready to deal with. “Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll embrace the arrangement. It doesn’t mean anything.” But deep down, something whispered that maybe it did. I showered, dressed, grabbed the black card, and headed downstairs. Hayes’s driver greeted me politely and held the door. “Where to, Mrs. Flynn?” My heart flipped again. I tried to ignore it.

“What’s the rush? “The secretary of the Warburton Group isn’t even here yet. How are you supposed to answer to him if you took us away?” The police officer’s eyes flickered in hesitation. Andrew poked Crystal in the hips. “Crystal, stop them. “I’d love to watch Mr. Stanton tear them to pieces. “They are getting off easy if the police take them away now.” Crystal nodded in agreement. She then looked at the lead police officer and said, “We can wait. “Otherwise, I’d have trouble explaining once Mr. Stanton shows up to find no one present. “Besides…” Crystal paused before leaning into the officer’s ear. “It might be a good opportunity to rub shoulders with the Warburton Group. It’s not a chance

Next, opens her door, as he wraps his arms around her and kisses her gently. “I could get used to this. But I need to head out.” Gracie is cruising down the road in her jeep, her long golden brown hair flows in the wind, Gunner has his tongue sticking out. Then, two cars ahead of her crash into one another, one spins towards Gracie. She looks behind her and cannot back up. Her heart is beating faster, then she closes her eyes. The car screeches to a stop a few feet away. The nerve wracked woman feels thankful the car came to a stop. She takes a few minutes to calm her nerves and reduce the stress she just experienced. Gracie, focuses on breathing, holding one hand over her chest, and one on

"The shield is fine, Adrian. You’ve spent three days cementing the legalities. Take a breath. Look at this." ​Kai reached onto the counter and picked up a heavy, bound portfolio. He dropped it into Adrian's lap, replacing the laptop. On the cover, rendered in striking, textured ink strokes that blended traditional Kenyan imagery with sleek, modern digital aesthetics, were the words: The Triad of the Soil: The Electric Savannah.

This time, I had been given something I didn't intend to waste. I would cherish those who were truly good to me and take my future firmly into my own hands. —The End