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It had only been a week, but Liam Martin looked exactly as Chloe Bishop remembered: a crisp white shirt, tailored black trousers—clean, handsome, and as refined as polished jade. He had always favored this timeless look, a testament to his unwavering constancy, the same constancy he had shown to Sara for all those years.

Beside him, Sara wore the latest white Chanel mini-dress. She looked pure