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    Alexander knew he shouldn’t approach her. He’d told himself that before thest time he’d seen her at the dinner party. But, just like then, restraint slipped through his fingers.


    “Dani.”


    The smile on Dani’s lips gradually faded. She gently ced the dog on the ground, her grip on the leash steady, her face unreadable.


    “Mr. Bet.” Her tone was formal, distant—like a stranger addressing someone they barely knew.


    Alexander’s chest tightened with a sharp ache.


    “Do you really need to be so cold? You used to call me Alexander.” But Dani’s eyes drifted to the dog instead, her attention shifting away as if his words hadn’t even reached her.


    “You must have heard by now,” he continued, his voice softer, almost pleading.


    “I’m divorcing Joyce. The details are already being sorted out.”


    Dani didn’t flinch; her expression remained like stone, distant and detached. She kept her hold on the leash and took a step forward, her intention to leave clear. Alexander panicked and followed, his steps quick to match hers.


    She stopped suddenly, her sharp gaze locking onto him like ice.


    “Alexander, do you hold some kind of grudge against me?”


    His breath hitched at her unexpected question.


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    “Your divorce from Joyce has nothing to do with me. Stop trying to drag me into this mess. I want no part in your drama or your love life.”


    Alexander opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, her tone dripping with disdain.


    “Frankly, I find it revolting.”


    Alexander felt his entire body tense as Dani’s icy words—”I find it revolting”—pierced him like shards of ss. The ache in his chest spread like wildfire, bitter and unrelenting.


    For a moment, he just stood there, frozen in ce.


    Dani, watching him, assumed he would leave. She knew the kind of man Alexander was; his pride wouldn’t allow him to endure such humiliation.


    But to her surprise, he stayed.


    Her brows furrowed slightly. If he wasn’t going to leave, she would. She had no intention of prolonging the encounter. After all, if Joyce caught wind of this, she would twist the narrative to make it seem as though Alexander’s divorce was her fault. Joyce was the kind of person who always needed a scapegoat, someone to bear the weight of her insecurities.


    She wasn’t afraid of Joyce. She simply found it a waste of time to get tangled in someone else’s drama.


    Without hesitation, she turned on her heel and began walking away. Alexander’s voice broke the silence.


    “Are you still ming me?”


    She didn’t even nce back, refusing to dignify the question with an answer. Her pace remained steady, her back straight.


    But Alexander wasn’t ready to let it go. He followed her, his tone pressing, desperate.


    “Dani, is this still about the fire? Are you angry because I saved Joyce instead of you?”


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