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HE INVITED HIS BARREN EX TO HIS WEDDING TO HUMILIATE HER—UNTIL SHE WALKED DOWN THE AISLE CARRYING HIS BABY AND THE DOCUMENTS THAT WILL SEND HIM TO PRISON! 🔥🚨 / Chapter 10 / 20

Chapter 10 - UnbrokenThe morning sun crested the Chicago skyline, casting a golden, unyielding light across the living room floor.

I walked back inside, leaning over the bassinet to gently stroke Chloe’s cheek. She opened her eyes—deep, bright, and completely unafraid of the world waiting outside.

“It’s just you and me, little one,” I whispered, smiling down at her.

We didn't need a man to define us. We didn't need a society wedding, a corporate title, or a toxic legacy to prove our worth. We had survived the fire, and we had emerged on the other side entirely intact, entirely independent, and completely unstoppable.

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