CH 19
Author: StarVessel
last update2025-12-07 04:28:30

Lily couldn't stop staring at the screen.

David Chen sat in Ryan's office like he belonged there, coffee in hand, wearing the same easy smile she remembered from a thousand late nights building their company together. The smile that had convinced her he was trustworthy. That they were partners. That he'd fight beside her when everything went to hell.

Except he hadn't fought beside her. He'd lit the match and walked away while she burned.

"David?" Her voice came out strangled, disbelieving. "But
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