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CHAPTER FORTY SIX

Author: Wren Gray
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-07 00:59:02

“AND HE KEEPS PULLING ME BACK, AGAIN AND AGAIN.”

SOFIA

I'm ignoring him.

I know it's childish. I know it's not solving anything. But after what happened at the wedding—after coming so close to losing myself completely in that coat room—I need distance.

I need to remember why I can't give in to this.

So I'm ignoring him.

It's been two days since the wedding. Two days of making sure I'm never alone with him. Two days of leaving rooms when he enters. Two days of pretending he doesn't exist.

It's d
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