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CHAPTER 14: WE ARE NOT FRIENDS

After taking a bath, I changed into something comfortable... white cotton shorts and a loose purple top. I set my alarm clock last night at seven am because I want to cook breakfast, not for my husband, but for me and also for Nanay Emily and Tatay Berto.

But I didn't find them in the kitchen, instead, I found my husband sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room, dressed in his usual business attire with a newspaper on his lap and a coffee in front of him.

My eyebrow ...

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