Exactly my type (wlw)

Exactly my type (wlw)

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Riley Torres was never supposed to be Sienna Blake's type. But somehow, she is. Now they're together not a secret, not a mistake, not something they can pretend didn't happen. For the first time, it's real. Except real doesn't mean easy. Riley has hockey, expectations, and a life built on discipline. Sienna has her own world loud, social, impossible to ignore. And somewhere between late-night practices, missed calls, and the pressure of being seen, things start to shift. They fought so hard to get here. But staying here? That might be harder. Because loving each other is one thing figuring out how to exist in each other's worlds is something else entirely. And this time... walking away would hurt a lot more.
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Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable.

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