Noelle hadn't told Hendrix which hotel she was staying at. But this was Coppersville, and there was little here he couldn't find out if he wanted to.The next morning, just as Noelle woke up, the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, Hendrix stood there, smiling brightly at her."Let's go to the courthouse," he said.He wasn't wearing a jacket today, just a crisp white shirt. Combined with his soft, slightly tousled hair, it made Noelle pause for a moment.For a fleeting second, it felt like she was back in the past, hiding in a corner, secretly watching him.But she quickly shut down the thought.Now, she knew better. The person he had been back then was a lie, just as the version of him she thought she'd come to understand later was a lie.The man standing before her now—shameless, ruthless, and utterly self-serving—was the real Hendrix."I've already picked out clothes for you. You've got your documents ready, right?"Noelle had planned to say she hadn't brought them, but
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