After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 223

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HAILEY

“Guarded?” I raised an eyebrow, a skeptical expression on my face. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Okay, maybe a little bit of an asshole,” he conceded, a sheepish grin on his face. “But I knew from the

moment I saw you that you were different. That you were special.”

My heart swelled, a feeling of warmth and love spreading through my chest. “I knew it too,” I admitted.

“Even when I wanted to strangle you.”

He pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a sweet, tender kiss. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured,

his breath hot against my skin. “I’m glad you gave me a chance.”

“I’m glad I did too,” I whispered, a contented sigh escaping my lips.

We continued our walk, our bodies close, our hands intertwined, a united front against the world. The sun

began to set, painting the sky in a brilliant array of colors, a masterpiece of light and shadow.

It was a magical, breathtaking sight, a perfect end to a perfect day.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” I said, my voice a little wistful.

“I can’t. But, you can.” He said, his tone serious.

“What do you mean? You want to disappear from our family? I didn’t marry you to have a husband who

abandons us for months at a time.” My words were sharp, a sudden, unexpected sting.

His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise in their depths. “That’s not what I meant, Hailey. Of course not. I

mean you and Liam. You two can stay for as long as you want. The two of you need this. The peace, the

quiet. I can fly back and forth on the weekends. I can work from here some of the time. I just want you to be happy. I want you to feel safe.”

I felt a pang of guilt, a sudden, sharp regret for my harsh words. He was only trying to give me what I

wanted, what I needed. I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t live his type of life, I didn’t want him to feel like

he had to change to make me happy.

“No,” I said, my voice softening. “No, Dominic. I don’t want that. I want to be with you. All of you. The Alpha, the husband, the father. I don’t want a perfect, normal life if it doesn’t have you in it, every single

day,”

He studied my face, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eye. “Even the asshole part?”

“Even the asshole part,” I confirmed, a smile playing on my lips. “I’ve kind of gotten used to it.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me. “I love you, Hailey. Like crazy.”

“I love you too,” I said, my heart overflowing with emotion. “Like crazy.”

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We stood there, watching the last remnants of the sun dip below the horizon, a shared, comfortable silence settling between us. The world was a beautiful, magical place, and I was exactly where I wanted to

1. be.

“Let’s go home,” he said, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, a warm, comforting touch.

“Okay,” I agreed, a feeling of contentment washing over me.

We collected Liam, who was reluctant to leave his new friends, but eventually agreed after a promise of more ice cream. We walked back to the cottage, the path illuminated by the soft, golden glow of the

setting sun.

The cottage was warm and inviting, a sanctuary from the outside world. We settled in for the night, a quiet, intimate evening of family and love. I read Liam a bedtime story, his little body curled up against

mine, his breathing soft and even as he drifted off to sleep.

I watched him sleep, a feeling of pure, unadulterated love washing over me. He was my world, my reason

for being. I would do anything to protect him, to keep him safe.

I closed the door to his room, leaving it slightly ajar, and made my way to our bedroom. Dominic was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, a sense of unease settling over me.

He looked up, a small, forced smile on his lips. “Yeah,” he said, his tone a little too casual. “Everything’s

fine.”

I knew he was lying.

I sat down next to him, my hand finding his. “What is it, Dominic? You can tell me.”

He let out a long, slow sigh, a heavy weight that seemed to settle on his shoulders. “I was just thinking,” he said, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur. “About Yasmine.”

My heart skipped a beat, a sudden, cold dread washing over me. “What about her?”

“The police closed the case,” he said, his gaze fixed on the wall, a distant look in his eyes. “No leads, no suspects. It’s a dead end. Yasmine has never been one to take her own life. She was too arrogant, too proud for that. So I know very well that it wasn’t suicide, but the police are a bunch of incompetent morons, they just want to close a case to make their stats look good.”

I was quiet for a moment, his words sinking in. “So we don’t know who killed her.”

“No,” he said, his jaw tightening. “We don’t. And that’s what’s bothering me. Who would have the power and the motive to kill Yasmine and get away with it?”

The stripper’s words came back to me, a chilling whisper in the back of my mind. She knows. She’s

watching.

“Dominic,” I said, my voice a little hesitant. “Do you think… do you think it could be someone else?

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