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Chapter 17

17: M <>> After making the stupid declaration in front of Caleb, I am hiding like a little girl in a corner, glancing outside a window. I am sipping a hard drink and trying to think. I don’t want to get drunk with all my enemies around but stress is too high to stop myself. How will I get out of this mess? Dad will ask me questions. I pinch my brows and groan in frustration. Why! Why! Why! Why did I say this to him? Only because I wanted to show him that I am not unwanted? Lame. Fuckin Lame! My phone pings and I pull it out. M: ‘You look stunning today.’ I frown and turn immediately, trying to spot him. Is M here? My contract hubby? I am hidden behind the see through curtains but I am unable to make out. Many couples are dancing. Some guests are talking in groups. He is here. I am sure. What is he doing here? Does he live here? He never told me, and he loved playing guessing games with me when I asked. M: ‘I like this new avatar of yours.. and this dress… Simply stunning. You l

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