Billionaire's December Despair
The very air seemed to resonate with a melancholic undertone, as if the universe itself understood the depth of her pain.
In her trembling hands, she held a cake adorned with candles, each flame flickering with a soft, almost ethereal glow. It was a birthday cake, a yearly ritual that Summer clung to with unwavering devotion. The cake was for her lost child, Cameron—a child who had vanished years ago, leaving an empty space in her heart that refused to heal.
As the wind gently tousled her hair and carried the faint fragrance of blooming flowers, Summer's tears fell freely, merging with the quiet symphony of her sorrow. It was as if the universe conspired to mirror her grief, casting a somber
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