Chapter 90

DAMIAN'S POV

I let out a soft, bitter scoff that turned into a low, humourless chuckle, shaking my head.

“Wake up, Elis. Please,” I begged, voice barely above a whisper, but it still cracked.

“This woman who fucked off for years, waltzes back in, calls you ‘sweetheart’ a couple times, and sud...

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