Chapter 73

Damien’s POV

I arrived at Joan’s place by morning at about 9:00 a.m. I haven’t been to her place in ages, and this was also going to be the last time I was going to be with her.

I alighted from the car, spotting her own car outside.

She was an influencer, and yes, she had the money, and yes, she was also from a well-to-do family, but she lived alone anyway.

I walked up to her front door and knocked; there was no response. I knocked again, still no response, and then I decided to try the knob.

I pulled the knob, and surprisingly, the door was open.

I walked in slowly as I felt the marble cold on my feet after taking off my shoes.

The first sight I caught was her first model picture.

The last time I was here was two years ago—yes, a whole two years. Anita had gone by that time, and all the time she left, I felt empty. I resorted to seeking a complete form of myself with Joan, but that was a mistake.

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