No Second Chance With My Past
Chloe Davis, Isabella's ever-loyal be
py to see you," Chloe said
ssed you
lite, nonco
dropping conspiratorially, "she fought
rm with Julian at industry parties, while I was pa
d on, "just to make sure you could even
the cold shoulders. If Isabella fought for me,
or you, Ethan.
face neutral. Th
g, Chloe," I said, tr
ation she once reserved for me, her laughter at his jokes, her hand in his. The
out, some glancing our way. I could hear the
er? The one who had th
ran off
old money Hollywood. They w
and a daughter, Lily, waiting for me
ieves you two are meant to be. 'Desert
'Desert Bloom' was my script. Min
y, but the delusion w
to talk, Ethan.
d, my voice firm but quiet. "The
this, from them. This wh
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