Chapter 45
Ayra’s POV • • After bathing, I slipped into a floral dress and ran a towel gently through my damp hair. The room felt quiet. I sank onto the edge of the bed, grabbed my phone, and stared at the screen for a while before opening the search bar. Aurelian Samoan. My fingers hesitated before I hit search, but the moment I did… nothing came up. No social profiles, no updates, no articles. Just silence. “Is he… still alive?” I whispered to myself. I tried different spellings. Changed locations. Still nothing. Checked i********:, t****k and all app I know but nothing. Finally, I thought of checking w******p. Maybe he’d replied to the message I sent before, or something. But I’d forgotten the password I used to open the old account. Perfect. Just perfect. I groaned and dragged a hand thr
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