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Chapter Thirty One National Event
Author: Sam-crowned
last update2025-07-17 20:24:00
Five minutes after, Micah left the office. They had promised each other to meet again that night. It was a promise thick with old emotions. They would spend the night together and make love—the way they used to, even back when she was still with Lucas. Some things never really died, and some choices were too tempting to ignore.

Left alone, she turned her attention to the ring on her finger. She raised her hand slowly, letting the sunlight from the window strike it. The way it sparkled almost blinded her, glittering like temptation itself. With the extravagant lifestyle Micah always lived—his 30k monthly allowance, the sports cars, the designer watches—there was no doubt in her mind. This ring wasn’t just expensive. It was obscenely expensive. She was more than a hundred percent certain.

Then, her eyes shifted to the flower Micah had dropped on her desk. For years, she had hated the gesture. She had always thought it childish, unnecessary. Flowers, to her, symbolized apologies or empty
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