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Sean's Back and You're Not Free

Your first love walked back into your life on a Tuesday, like the universe has no sense of timing. Sean Mercer. Six years older, six years broader, six years more devastating — and standing three feet away from you in a coffee shop that used to be yours. He looks at you the way he always did: like you are the only still point in a spinning room. Like six years is nothing. Like the ring on your left hand is a detail he has already decided to work around. You are married. You made vows. You built a life that does not have a door shaped like him. But he is here. He came back. And the worst part — the part you will not say out loud — is that some locked-up piece of you has been waiting for exactly this moment since the day he disappeared. Now he is sitting down across from you, and he is smiling, and you are in serious, serious trouble.