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She wished that such a scene could turn into eternity. Yang Xiao didn't know Tang Tang's thoughts, so she took out a contract and handed it to Tang Tang. Seeing the contract, Tang Tang asked in surprise, "What is this?" “Open it and you’ll know!” Yang Xiao remained mysterious again. Tang Tang had a strange look on her face. When she opened the contract, she couldn't help but exclaim, "This... this is the purchasing contract for the live streaming of tigerfish? Wait! Why is the CEO's name written on it? Are you buying it as a birthday gift for me?"

While Brandon was handling the Luna situation, I had already been discharged and returned home. The bitterness in my heart wasn't easy to dissolve quickly, but it was time to leave. After ten years together, during which we experienced joy, hardship, and even humiliation, we were finally going to part ways. The divorce papers I had previously drafted were delivered, giving me 60% of all assets. Although it was only a 10% increase, it translated to millions of dollars. I signed the agreement without hesitation. As I finished the final stroke, the weight I had carried for years suddenly lifted, and I felt lighter.

He deserved that. --- Tiffany was in the next lecture. She came in two minutes after the room had settled, which Hazel suspected was intentional. She walked to a seat in the middle with a strip of bandaging across one side of her nose and the posture of someone who has decided that being injured is not going to affect their bearing in any way. She sat down, said something to the girl beside her. The girl laughed. Beside Hazel, Maya leaned in half an inch. "The devil is back for business," she said, barely moving her mouth.

"But it is better you know before things escalate." Escalate in which direction? I opened the envelope, retrieved the contents, and gasped upon seeing a photo of Alex and Angelica having a meeting. The two looked kind of cozy, with Alex's hand on Angelica's lap. "When and where were these taken?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions intact. "If I'm not mistaken, the photo was taken at the Tango Heart club," Xavier said. "I think two nights ago. The informant heard them discussing their next move."

The walls of the room seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with the weight of his lies and the wreckage of our connection. My gaze drifted to the tattoo on my hand, a cruel reminder of the eyes that once held promises. His features stared back, etched permanently in my head. The frown on his face, the curve of his lips—every detail eternally etched, each mark a testament to a love now marred by deceit. I rose unsteadily, seeking refuge in the bathroom. The razor on the shelf beckoned, its sharp blade glinting under the harsh light. A dangerous allure pulsed in its presence, tempting me with the illusion of control over an internal tempest.

Inside was a single photograph and a note. The photo showed a young man, perhaps twenty-four, with dark hair and unmistakable Hale gray eyes, sitting in a wheelchair in a sunlit garden. The note read: *Lucas Hale is alive. He has been for twenty-four years. Come alone to the address below if you want the full story. Tell your father and the girl dies in the same ‘accident’ as your siblings. A concerned party Cassian’s face turned to stone. He handed the photo to Elena.

Lucas moves to his desk—Italian hardwood, custom-built, impenetrable as the armor he's wrapped around himself—and opens the bottom drawer with deliberate slowness. Inside is a copy of her book. The Tangled Truth. Dog-eared. Marked. Memorized. The cover creased from countless readings, spine weakened from being opened to the same passages night after night. Her words, her voice, her mind—captured in ink while she herself remained a ghost. He picks it up, runs his thumb over the spine, and breathes deeply, inhaling the faint scent of paper and binding glue as if it might somehow contain molecules of her essence.

She turned around immediately, a smile engulfing her face. “ Armand de Brignac rose, cost 275,000 dollars,” Tony said proudly. Lyla nodded. He was trying to impress her. She could tell it. “I'm not familiar with wine” she responded, watching the little bubbles in her glass vanishing. Tony scoffed. “Neither am I, “ he said, revealing the bottle of wine that he had hidden behind all along. She wouldn't lie, he made her laugh. Tony chuckled as he scanned the bottle. “Care for more?”

Dante, I stared at the tangerine in my hand. The scent of citrus clung to my fingers as I pressed my thumb into the peel. Although the alcohol still blurred the edges of my thoughts, the idea of souls swapping or whatever this was refused to make sense. The night felt colder all of a sudden. A draft brushed the back of my neck, or maybe it was just the unease creeping under my skin. Thoughts collided in my head, loud and restless, yet none of them formed a clear answer.

The tote produced peppermint bark, two cans of sparkling water, a jar of Nutella with a spoon already in it, and a single, inexplicable tangerine. “The tangerine is for balance,” she said before I could ask. “Nutritional and spiritual.” “You failed biology.” “I failed the test. That doesn’t mean I don’t understand vibes.” She tore open the peppermint bark, broke off a piece, and handed it to me. Then she waited. She was good at that — the waiting. Riley had the conversational instincts of a hostage negotiator and the patience of a retriever. I ate the peppermint bark. I ate another piece.