From Pawn to CEO Queen
arm. She looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, as i
rembling. "I'm so sorry. I didn't
yes, I was the cruel, jealous monster who was tearing their beautiful, tra
ng would only make me look more unhinged. So I turned away
talking to you," Mark's voice was s
? For grieving my father? For wanting my partner's s
, who would listen for hours as I talked about my dreams. Where did that man go? Or
putting a hand on his chest. "It's
Don't you blame yourself for a second. Some peopl
aped a comforting arm around Chloe's shou
" my mother cooed, bustling int
a movie of someone else's life. The supportive mother, the doting boyfriend, the f
e and walked to the do
rce proceedings. I called my office to arrange for a handover of my projects. I was a senior project manager at a
personal belongings. As I was leaving, I saw them
hands were on her shoulders, leaning down to speak softly in her ear. She tilted her hea
e way he used
tterly complete. They weren't just a man comfo
e person bei
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