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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty- Two
Author: Aura Lyr
last update2026-01-09 14:29:58

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As they sat across from each other, Rico felt his patience thinning like a fraying wire stretched too tight. Every second in Melinda’s presence scraped against his nerves. She had always been like this—calculated pauses, half-smiles, conversations that felt less like exchanges and more like traps. And now, years later, nothing about her had changed.

She was playing games.

He could see it in the way she leaned back too comfortably in her chair, as if she owned the space. In the way her eyes kept drifting to his face, studying him, waiting for a crack to appear. She knew something. Something important. And she was enjoying the power of withholding it.

Rico clenched his jaw and forced himself to stay seated. He hadn’t come this far to walk away empty-handed. Whatever truth Melinda was guarding, he needed it—no matter how much it cost his pride.

They sat near the window of the restaurant, sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, dust motes floating lazily in the air. The place s
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