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Chapter Sixty-Eight He wasn’t her ex. An ex would have shown more care for the person that they were with. Or at least, I always had for my previous partners. He wasn’t her ex; he was just a boy that had used our mate and then from his responsibilities. Yes, I knew that he didn’t know that she was pregnant and that his ex-girlfriend, the one that he was so keen to protect from being hurt by him meeting his mate, had tried to block him from knowing about Olivia and the situation that she was in. Even going as far as telling her to terminate the pregnancy in so many words or lack thereof. I just couldn’t imagine being able to stay away from your mate after you’d had a taste of how it was supposed to be. Of how good everything could feel when you were with them. I had felt it when I had