His Safe Heaven
Slowly, the fury that had propelled her toward the door began to cool, replaced by a heavy, overwhelming wave of realization.
She dropped her keys back onto the counter. She couldn't storm into Hayes Global. Not because she was afraid, but because she suddenly didn't know what she would even say.
Part of her wanted to scream at him for overriding her wishes, for proving that his checkbook could solve anything. But another, deeper part of her—the part felt a massive, undeniable sense of relief.
The debt was gone.
"I'm staying here," Vennessa murmured, walking back to the couch. She pulled her knees to her chest, utterly conflicted. She didn't know whether to be furious at his arrogance or
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