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LaylaI perched on the edge of a park bench outside the hospital, phone in hand, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The heavy heat of daytime still weighted the air, though darkness had stolen over the city, ushering in the glow of false illumination.I let my eyes read over Ethan’s message again:
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I stared at him. Wordless. Mind reeling.It was so like what Aldo had offered me—a new life, a new name, a way out. So why was it different coming from Ethan?It sounded so simple, so easy. But I knew better. I knew it would never be simple or easy—nothing in my life, nothing involving Aldo or Eli,
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AldoI can’t stop loving you. Can’t stop hoping. Layla’s voice drifted through my mind. Like a dream. And it must have been, because the real Layla never would have said something like that to me.Her face blurred in front of my eyes. I hate you for making me love you.Well, that was more like the L
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LaylaGolden morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a glow on the woman and the little boy bent over the marble counters. Eli perched on his stool, his lower lip between his teeth as he watched Melissa Marcello expertly roll dough across the floured countertop.In the doorway
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That was why he’d married me. Why he’d never mentioned the family business.“He was never meant to be its leader.” Melissa nodded. “As a child … he was so quiet. Serious, yes, but soft. Thoughtful. Caring. Kind. Intelligent. Just like Eli. When he—”She stopped, and when her gaze drifted sideways, l
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“But I’m funny and charming,” Ethan said, with a smile that was indeed quite charming. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for not being able to resist.”I groaned, trying very hard not to smile myself. “This is the worst flirting I’ve ever seen.”“It’s not flirting!” Ethan protested, lifting his hands in
