Rekindled Hearts: A Billionaire Love Story

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ork that I truly adored. Sure, my apartment was okay and the city

njoy the huge expanse of world stretched out in front of me. I could look out of that window and see the hundreds of people walki

t much to my surprise, the first job I applied for as a speech therapist turned out to be the

rcumstances out of my control, I was having to leave it all behind – the job, the apartment, New York.

you knew that it was going to happen. You knew the guys weren't going to j

certain that I'd have a million and one questions flying my way about it – questions I would have to keep batting off if I didn't want to

ore, so a couple more hours shouldn't be too hard. People just couldn't understand why I was le

s in the canteen, and although I was expecting it, it di

ady tearing up; this wasn't g

he table to spot a suspicious-looking cake that had clearly been created by someon

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happy. I was glad I'd made close enough friendships that they felt lik

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ght have been moving back to Bayrow, but that didn't mean I couldn't come back and visit. I could come and see these people

vince myself of that, I kn

once that was over, the friendship would slowly die. You would quickly find that you never had anything in common with them except for your job, and over t

starting to feel a segregation, a sense that I no longer belonged. It wa

new I wouldn't be able to pack while I was still working; I spent far too long burning the candle at both ends to even attempt it, which was why I'd agreed to leave a

e? I had everything there, all my belongings, and that was go