Revenge With The Enemy Alpha
I told her about my divorce…carefully, lightly, without details that still hurt too much to voice.
“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “You didn’t deserve that.”
“I’m happier now,” I said, and for the first time, I truly believed it.
She smiled through misty eyes. “And you’re getting married again.”
I nodded.
She leaned forward excitedly. “Your second chance mate?”
The word settled between us.
I didn’t correct her.
I simply smiled.
We ordered food…far too much of it and spent hours talking, laughing, teasing each other like no time had passed. We shared desserts, stole bites from each other’s plates, and even reenacted embarrassing moments from our teenage years until we were both breathless wi
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