The Wife He Couldn't Erase
Her hands trembled at her sides.
“Figure out your feelings,” she finished for me. Voice barely above a whisper. “For who, Adrian? For me? Or—”
The front door opened before she could finish.
Claire walked in Heels clicking on marble, oversized blazer, phone already in her hand. She took one look at Lila’s face, one look at me by the window, and her lips curved into a smile that wasn’t kind.
“Well,” Claire said, dropping her bag on the antique chair. The sound was too loud in the quiet. “Am I interrupting a proposal or a funeral?”
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