A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

tearing. “Now?”

He stepped farther in, not caring that water was dripping from his sleeves onto the floor. “She’s mine.”

Grace lifted her chin with what little strength she had left. “Yes.”

The simplicity of it knocked the air out of him more than denial would have.

“Why?”

She stared at him as if the question insulted them both. “Because you left.”

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