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I just need usage rights, name any price.”

Maureen never expected this person to be so generous without negotiating.

Since those songs were already non–exclusively licensed elsewhere, they weren’t worth much. She quoted a base price of ten million.

Soon, the money arrived.

Maureen could only keep thanking him.

Geoffrey stared at the meme she sent, frozen for ages, then impulsively asked: “May I ask if you’re married?”

Afraid Maureen might misunderstand and stop talking, he added:

“Your compositions feel like they hold stories.”

“Was married once, but divorced.”

Reading her reply, Geoffrey almost rushed next door to confront Maureen.

When did she divorce?

How could he not know?

His prolonged silence made Maureen assume his company had special requirements, like composers needing clean public images.

After all, she’d faced many bizarre companies while working solo.

Maureen immediately typed: “Rest assured, I have no vices and won’t court publicity.”

Seeing the new message alert, Geoffrey typed:

“If you hadn’t divorced, wouldn’t life be less stressful alone?”

With Gareth, she had two kids, yet he didn’t even cover her basic living expenses.

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into Maureen’s head to see what was going on

life to

but since they’d transferred money so readily, it must’ve been pure

So she kept chatting.

feel freer and happier after divorce. Less pressure

mid–type reading

He typed stubbornly: “Why?

not love

this unseen stranger

marriage, it’s never just one

tightened. He drafted paragraphs only to delete

off now if there’s nothing

Maureen’s message flashed.

their

sat alone pondering her words until needing air. Opening his door, he saw Maureen walking past with her

Their eyes met.

Maureen instantly looked away.

awkward today.

watched her retreating figure

Absolutely heartless!

steps, stopping casually beside her. “Is this how

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the ex–husband who saved

He deliberately emphasized “ex–husband.”

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first time she’d heard that term

chiseled profile remained angled toward

eyes, red lips parting:

by, there’s nothing more I can

said it yourself–you’re my

ex–wife, when I was in danger, surely

mistake this for

pupils contracted at her icy

“Where are you going?”

lips. “None of

She hurried forward.

clouded Geoffrey’s eyes as he watched her leave. His fist slammed against

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