A different her.

(JARED'S POV)

I blinked and went over the headline again, ensuring I was not reading wrong. But the words did not go away. They were there, as bold as ever.

Then I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the picture below, and my breath hitched. It was her. Arielle.

The same lady at the airport.

The same lady in Ashley's car. Little wonder I was drawn to her earlier in the traffic.

How could I be so blind?

Twice, in just a few days. At the airport, where I had felt that strange pull but brushed it off. In the car, where I tried to catch a glimpse, but she vanished before I could truly see her. Both times, I had let her slip away.

The realization hit me like a ton of hot breaks, shattering my heart. How could tease fate trade me like this?

I had thought I'd never see her again. But here she was.

I stared at her picture, my heart pounding. Arielle. Back in town. Successful. Famous, even.

Italy's most prestigious restaurant chain, with a branch in New York. I felt an odd surge of pride, but it was quickly drowned by a flood of emotions

once so warm and open, now carried a fierce intensity that sent a chill through me. What had happened

phone and dialed my investigator. He picked up almost immediately, as if waiting for my

dig up on her," I said, the urgency thick in

I figured you'd ask for information on that.

reiterated. "Hee life since she left, her accomplishments, her relationships...

it. I'll send you a comprehensive

My heart raced, caught between fear and something I couldn't define. What if she had moved on? What if...

with her same eyes. I hadn't thought much of him at first, but now... the pieces began to fit together with a cruel kind

thought twisted inside me, and I couldn't breathe for a moment. I had no right to ask her not to, not after everything, but the idea

drifting back to Arielle. I found myself opening her alma mater's website, searching for any information about her

was no tangible insight into her personal life, no hint of what

kept drifting

her-those eyes, the fierce

Arielle had fought her way to the top, made a name for herself. She had built her life, found success without me. And somehow, that pride only deepened

investigator's email feedback felt like an eternity. I refreshed my inbox every few minutes to see if he had sent a mail, and with each empty inbox, my anxiety grew. Finally, it

Subject: Arielle -Comprehensive Report.

the report, digesting

Meyers," I read

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