Devon POV
Another year.
Another damn year built on lies.
I stared out the limo window as the world passed in a blur of gold-lit buildings and silent ghosts. Franco sat across from me, but neither of us spoke for a while. He didn’t need to. His earlier reminder, the one he threw like a dart cloaked in soft concern, had already done enough damage.
Anniversary night.
Eleanor and I.
My secretary had mentioned it casually this morning. Too casually. She didn’t know what it meant to me to my wolf. Franco had brought it up again just minutes ago, reminding me that I couldn’t avoid this night. That I shouldn’t.
And he was right.
She didn’t deserve the cold shoulder.
She didn’t ask for this... for the lie I turned into her life.
I closed my eyes.
The weight pressed hard on my chest.
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