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~Dylan’s POV
I sat at my desk, my hands pressed against the cool surface, staring at the papers before me without really seeing them. I hadn’t expected this. Of all things, Velma’s husband, the same man who had just been hovering around her, was sponsoring the same exhibition with me. My chest tightened, a mix of disbelief, irritation, and something I wasn’t ready to name.
I banged my hand on the table, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet office. “She is not making this easy for me at all,” I muttered, my voice low but rough with frustration. My mind kept replaying the morning, the teasing smiles, the way she had looked at Theron, the ease of it all.
I had even booked a private restaurant to celebrate her birthday, something personal, something just for us, but she wouldn’t even g
