The Vows We Fake

eyes distorted my view. I told myself it wasn't real. Perhaps the la

arly black instead of dark brown. His suit molded perfectly to his frame. He wore black on black with no tie. Zane never cared what anyone thought. Not about h

and I stopp

dark eyes! His gaze swept across the room. He took in Leah first. Then Mr. Wade. Finally, he looked at me. My heart thrum

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ugh me like I

And for years, I had dreaded our reunion. Would he allow me to explain? Apologize? Does he still hate me? In my hearts of

an who once loved me hadn't blotted me out completely from h

ackwood," he greeted. "Glad you c

t's make it quick. I'm only he

sour. "You'r

with that Ms. Ibe? Or do you usually greet your

is voice! Deep, l

ep back. "M

as silent

e. "This is Miss Amara Ibe, our lead consultant an

single nod

ward. "Yes, I

. "Pleasure to meet yo

didn't know his body as well as he did mine. As if our morning breaths had never mingled day

ke his hand

lowered his hand and began

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eply. The words t

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throat. "Shall we b

sat. Mr. Wade began with clipped questions. Experience? References? NDAs? I answered on

. He was just pretending. Why? A

th me, barely noticed that she had sat down too. She was composed, back

each other?"

ed my

she's the best in the game. An

this a joke? Was this rea

of the packages and timelines. So we could be

e've prepared a walkthrough of the main garden a

occupied. Sera is a private woman.

Now if you'll excuse me, I

three of us. The silence in the room is pronou

two a moment," she said, aiming a meaningful look at me. She

an opportun

ed all of them as rumors, ignored any information about him for self-preservation... until now. It all seemed fabricated tho

ways ever. I wanted to say something, to scream. Yet the words couldn't form. So I kept silent and stared at him. He stared back at me, posture

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