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XLIV

Author: Maya East
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I sighed, looking at Ronan sharply. "I'm sure there's nothing to remember about that."

"Oh, there are tons," Calvin interjected with a laugh. "You two are the cutest couple on campus. I still remember when Pascha got mad because a student from another campus tried to ask you to lunch. He immediately challenged the guy to a basketball game to prove who deserved you more."

My face turned red. "That's not funny, Calvin."

"It was hilarious," Calvin insisted with a giggle. "And I wonder, Belva... how come you ran away from the wedding five years ago? I mean, that only exists in movies, right?"

His question brought a brief silence. I lifted my chin, trying to ignore Pascha, who was now looking at me.

"How? That's easy," I replied in a sarcastic tone. "Because my future husband turned out to be cheating on me with my own best friend."

Calvin immediately coughed, almost dropping his wine glass. "What? Pascha? This guy?" He pointed at Pascha with an incredulous expression. "The one who is so st
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WARNING! This is the previous chapter that has been edited.

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If it was to help and protect Mikelea and he lost her and also their son he never knew until now for last 5 years, was it worth it ?
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