The Stars No Longer Shine for You
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Silently, I looked at her angry expression.
"He's gone—gone with the baby."
The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry."
I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post.
In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate.
The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."