His Betrayal, Her Dublin Escape

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ke a dying bird. My phone buzzed again. Ezekiel. I listened silently to the e

baby, just like I promised. We'll sor

gly cheerful voice pipe up, "Zeke, are you t

y powered down my phone, popped out the SIM ca

ht. Some choi

a decade. A colleague from the new office, a kind woman named Fiona, met me at

ere so impressed with your portfolio. It's not often we ge

tes to guide me, passing certifications, completing online courses, and building a portfolio of personal projects. My applicat

as filled with my favorite flowers, stargazer lilies, and a collection of rare Funko Pops I'd been trying to find for months. He had

the back, filming for Instagram. "So romantic

irror, already imagining me crying with joy in

us. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. "Zeke... you're

the road. He turned to her, his face grim. "Blake, don't you dare say a

who causes so much trouble, she doesn't deserve you! You chan

ack started chanting

ightened. "Stop

esperate. "Finley isn't coming, Zeke. She doesn't

apping. "That's impossible! Stop this nonse

n the car

the third time, real panic started to set in for Ezekiel.

e airport. W

bold red exclamation mark appeared

ad washed over him

ed. [The number you have dia

again. The same voic

Blake, who was now watching him with a

voice a low growl. "You know wh

und. "I told you, Zeke. She doesn't want yo

ir before delivering the final blow. "Finle

if he'd been struck by lightning. Without another word, he shoved