The first message felt wrong. Not cruel, not careless—just… off. No flirty greeting, no playful callback to the night before. Instead, a stark photo that looked like a receipt and a list of everything he’d spent. Roses. Dinner. Valet. Each line marked “worth it.” I laughed, at first. Then I saw the last line, and my chest tight…, my heart sta… Continues…
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