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him.
Or maybe because I loved the man I thought he used to be.
That afternoon, Aidan came home wearing his expensive gray coat and smelling like cologne that wasn’t his usual kind. He glanced at me while loosening his tie.
“Well?” he asked casually.
I forced a tired smile. “It’s done. The debt is paid off.”
For one second, I expected relief. Gratitude. continue reading …
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