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Chapter 126 - My Husband

(LIAM'S POV)

The front door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality that felt far too loud in the quiet night.

I stood frozen in the spacious entryway of Dylan's house, my broken arm throbbing in its sling, my backpack hanging limply from my good shoulder. The place smelled like warm cedarwood and something faintly sweet—maybe vanilla candles. It should have felt welcoming. Instead, my stomach twisted into knots the second I saw him.

Dr. Roland Kyle was standing in the living room like he owned the air in it.

Like he belonged there.

Dylan stepped forward casually, completely unaware of the storm exploding inside my head. "Liam, this is Dr. Roland Kyle Gray. My—"

"We've already met," Roland cut in smoothly.

That voice.

Calm. Gentle. The same voice that had pulled things out of me during therapy sessions that I'd spent years trying to bury. He smiled at me—warm, real, unfairly comforting—and something tight twisted low in my chest.

"Good to see you again, Liam."

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