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Chapter 8

Author: Chloe Laurent
Rosalie's POV

I made it all the way to the elevator before I turned around.

I didn't know what made me do it. Part of me refused to walk away while he still had the last word. Part of me had spent seven years waiting to say the things I'd never been able to say before, because I'd been too young, too broken, and too pregnant to do anything except run.

So I went back into the conference room. He was still there. He hadn't moved from his chair, which surprised me. I'd almost expected him to
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