CH319

Ren

Hotaru’s words felt like a slap to the face.

Trophy wife?

My breath hitched, and suddenly, Ren's memories ripped through the wall. I wasn’t in that dimly lit lounge anymore. I was in Ren's eighteen-year-old body, standing in his office in simple, business-appropriate clothes and flat shoes. H...

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