Chapter 145 one hundred and forty five

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ETHAN

I stood frozen by the edge of my desk, watching as Elora walked out with her head high and that tailored dress hugging her like a second skin.

Something wasn’t right.

She was always composed, yes, but this… this was different. The way she spoke back. The way she looked me in...

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