The CEO’s Regret: My Ex-Wife is the Hidden Tycoon
It was an invitation.
Xander sat cross-legged in the grass beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine. The intense, blinding white fire that had consumed the Author's desk had left his clothes singed and smelling of ozone, but the skin beneath his collar was cool. The charcoal heart on his chest remained quiet, a dark, permanent crest that no longer pulsed with the frantic rhythm of a system error. He looked at the blank page in the stranger’s lap, his eyes steady and clear.
"We spent so long writing the laws of the escape," Xander said, his voice dropping into the quiet space between the crackle of the logs. "I don't think I know how to tell a story that doesn't have a price at the end of
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