Chapter 98 The Weight Of Her Tears

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Steam curled against the glass panels of the bathroom as water trickled down Mike’s bare back.

The marble tiles beneath his feet were cold, grounding him as he stood beneath the hot spray. The silence in his bathroom was deafening—no voices, no lies, no betrayals. Just the slow, steady drip...

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