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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: Finding Anastasia
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I reach out, my hand steady as it brushes against Anastasia's cheek. "Anastasia, I want to be with you, to love you fiercely and unconditionally, without anyone or anything standing between us. And I’ll make that happen, I promise." She smiles, unshed tears shining in her hazel eyes. Before she can respond, I lean forward, my lips capturing hers in a tender kiss that speaks of promises yet to be fulfilled, of dreams waiting to be materialized. As we part, a soft smile plays upon my lips, my gaze has an intensity that matches the fire burning within my soul. But disappointment comes to me after acknowledging the fact that our desires aren’t achievable… just not yet.With a heavy heart, I gently take Zachary from Anastasia and say, “We gotta go. Yvanna is waiting. The longer I stay here, the more I’ll give them reason to suspect me about your absence.”Anastasia nods, drying her eyes. “I understand. Be careful.”“I will.”Driving through the city streets, my mind races with thoughts
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I struggle to form a coherent response, my mind racing with a million unspeakable truths I dare not utter here. Panic claws at me, threatening to expose the delicate facade I’ve meticulously crafted. Before I can gather myself, Hugh speaks again. "Can I have a glass of the wine you're holding instead?" he pauses, his gaze fixed on my trembling hands. "That's one of my favorites."I nod, still anxious though. The cork protests softly as I twist it free, the sound echoing. Pouring the wine into a glass, I dare not meet Hugh's gaze, my eyes fixed on the crimson liquid as it cascades into the crystal vessel. As I extend the glass to him, my hand brushes against his, and in that fleeting moment, he slips a note into my trembling palm. Startled, my gaze flickers to his, finding a smirk dancing upon his lips before he winks and turns away, disappearing into the crowd.My heart races as I scan my surroundings, my senses on high alert for any prying eyes. Relief floods through me when I re
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