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."

see a WhatsApp friend request pop up-from Craig, of course. Same old profile

Instead, she just texted him

location isn't accurate enough. My guy won't

accurate enough," she

want your car fixed, or not?" His

it." Reluctantly, she accepted his friend request

nothing better to do while

waited, Aurora started scrolling

same-just endless posts about new company products,

a single glimpse of real life. Did the guy even eat

and suddenly stumbled on

from years ago, announcing their

he deleted that? If his new girlfriend saw it, wouldn't she be

only personal thing

him to take it down. After all, they'd been divorced for years. No point leaving it up. But then she'd

phone buzzed—a message

of an art studio. Then, a

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