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Chapter 8
~LUCAS~ I opened my eyes the next morning, hoping that the events of the day before were all just a dream. However, the second I realized I was lying on a sofa, I knew it couldn't have been a dream. My eyes travel around the room until they lie on Freya. She's fast asleep, hugging a pillow close to her chest. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. "Fuck." I growl low and soft. This was my life now. I'm a married man. Freya is my wife. . . Not Avery. I felt a sharp tug in my chest whenever I thought about it. I ran a hand down my face; I needed to get some fresh air. Maybe a run would be good for me. I slowly approached the door, careful not to wake Freya. I silently turn the handle but am unprepared when I find Avery at the door. It took me a few seconds to real
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