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CHAPTER 06: The Woman I Used to Be

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She had drifted so far into the depths of her memories that time slipped through her fingers unnoticed. The maid, desperate, finally shook her by the shoulders to jolt her back to reality. Davina’s eyes snapped open— wild, blazing, and filled with a fury that made the poor woman recoil in fear. Her glare was sharp enough to slice through steel.

With trembling lips, the maid informed her that the chopper had been waiting for over forty-five minutes and her luggage had already been taken care of.

Davina didn’t utter a word. She merely nodded curtly and waved the woman off.

She stormed into her room, applied a touch of makeup with surgical precision, and checked her appearance once. Then she locked the door behind her like sealing away the last remnants of whatever was left of her old self.

Her heels pounded against the marble floor as she made her way to the helipad, her fury masked under layers of poise. Just before stepping into the chopper, she tried calling Mike again. No answer. Sh
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