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CHAPTER 50 THE BOAT

Author: Olivia GW
last update publish date: 2026-07-01 14:02:05

(Nate’s POV)

“Nate. Get up. We’re doing the river thing. I told Juliet we’d be there!”

Alexis threw my shirt at the bed and stood over me with her hands on her hips. Her straw hat was already on, her white dress already perfect.

“I don’t want to go on a boat, Alexis.”

“I don’t care what you want. You’ve been moping for two days and I’m done watching it.” She pulled the covers off me in one sharp yank. “Get dressed. Smile. Act like a CEO.”

I got dressed.

Forty minutes later I was at the stern of
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  • Divorce Suits Me Better   CHAPTER 50 THE BOAT

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