The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back
“I collect vintage vinyls—old Beatles, Aretha Franklin. Late nights, I’m sipping coffee, spinning records, pretending I’m cooler than I am. Pathetic, right?”
I smiled, touched by his candor, the glimpse of his heart. “Not pathetic,” I said, my voice warm. “It’s sweet. Didn’t peg you for a music nerd.”
He winked, his gaze lingering, playful. “Only for the right audience,” he said, his tone laced with charm. “Lucky you, I’m showing off today.”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes, the banter a shield against the city’s shadows, his laughter a melody that lightened my fears.
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