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Five Years Too Late

Five years ago, Declan Mercer walked out of your shared apartment without a note, a call, or a reason — and you rebuilt yourself, brick by brutal brick, into someone who does not need him. Now he is standing in your doorway at 11 PM, rain-soaked and hollow-eyed, forty-eight hours before the divorce is finalized by default. He is not alone in your life anymore either — your closest confidant Rowan Ashby is already inside your apartment, and the moment these two men occupy the same room, the air turns to gasoline.