Chapter 95 ninety five

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VIV’S POV

The curtains in my room barely let in the light these days, but I liked it that way.

The dimness suited the dull ache that lived inside my chest. I lay curled up on the bed, my hand instinctively resting on my slightly rounded belly. It wasn’t too obvious...

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