Aurora had absolutely zero interest in seeing Craig.

Her ex? She wished he'd just disappear from her life for good.

"That's not necessary. I'll figure something out," she said, keeping her voice cool.

Craig must have picked up on the fact that she was dodging him, because he replied, "Did you really think I'd show up myself? Come on, Aurora, I'm swamped. I'll send one of my guys to help you. You know how these delivery trucks are— they're always breaking down, so I've got my own repair crew. It's just a flat tire. I'll have someone take care of it."

...Well, he had a point.

Aurora mentally kicked herself. Of course Craig didn't have time for this. He was the CEO now-busy with God knows what, probably eating steak dinners with clients and making million-dollar deals. Why would he personally come change her tire?

"I'm only helping because I want you to finish up work sooner and get home to Elijah. He misses you," Craig added, his tone softening a little.

Aurora pressed her lips together. At the mention of their son, her resolve wavered. "Fine. Send your guy over. I'll pay him the usual rate.”

"Deal. Just shoot me your location."

"Okay."

She hung up, only to see a WhatsApp friend request pop up-from Craig, of course. Same old profile pic, same old username. He hadn't changed a thing.

she just texted him

Craig calling. “The way you sent your location isn't accurate enough.

accurate enough,"

do you actually want your car fixed, or not?" His voice had a

accepted his friend request and resent

better to do

waited, Aurora started scrolling

the same-just endless posts about

a single glimpse of real

kept scrolling and suddenly stumbled

years ago,

new girlfriend saw

the only

After all, they'd been divorced for years. No point leaving

when her phone buzzed—a message from Craig. First,

photo of an art

this the guy who's got a

squinted at the

started typing a

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