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If anyone asked, Milla was perfectly in charge of her life. Getting her second university degree, working for a (cool) multinational company, traveling with her friends and attending amazing concerts in foreign cities with them. She was smart, successful, down-to-earth - at least that's what the outside world saw. Inside, for years she's lived by the motto: "Fake it, 'til you make it".
Nick was always in charge. Yet, he couldn't control the fact that he was so drawn to Milla. He hated it, loathed himself for having forgotten about his amazing wife, Priyanka, and spending the night running around in an unknown city with a perfect stranger. Though she didn't really feel like a stranger, did she? It was unfamiliar, something he's never experienced before, and quite honestly, it scared the shit out of him.
All they needed was a cold February night in Barcelona to start to believe in fate. Soul mates don't exist, right? Then why did they start to feel like they've known each other for all of their lives the moment Nick lit Milla's cigarette up? Why did she want to give him all of the control? Why did he wanted to have it over her?
Why did she trust him so much, enough to involuntarily become the other woman in his marriage?
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