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Chapter 12: His Help

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I stared at the cheque, my fingers tightening around the envelope as my pulse pounded in my ears. Five hundred thousand dollars. The amount was staggering, enough to pull Ryan out of the mess he was in. But coming from Callum? It felt like a slap in the face.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He thought this was an easy win. That dangling this money in front of me would be enough to keep me leashed.

“You think this changes anything?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it was undeniable.

Callum leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s not about changing anything, Athena. It’s about helping you.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Helping me? You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did.”

His smirk faltered, but he recovered quickly. “I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You left me, Callum. You proposed to me,
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