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Chapter 85: He Must Not Know

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last update publish date: 2026-07-06 22:11:02

Christian

“He’s not filing until the day before your anniversary,” I say, tapping the legal document on the screen. “November the second. That’s, what, a week from tomorrow?”

Genevieve nods quickly, aggressively chewing on a manicured nail.

“So the real question is: What do we do right now?”

“I’ll tell you what I’d like to do,” she says, her eyes flashing with a sudden, dark intensity. “I’d like to break his fucking neck.”

I pause, letting the silence stretch between us. I look at her closely.
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