They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

was making sense.

“But if we wait,” he said, “the evidence grows.”

“What kind of evidence?”

“Financial transfers. Medical appointments. Lease agreements. Messages. Travel records. Lies.”

I looked away.

“I’d have to live with Daniel.”

Ethan nodded.

“I have to live with Lauren.”

That answer silenced me.

For the first time, I saw his pain clearly.

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