Claiming 10
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Last published Mon, May 11, 2026
Lizzie Young learned the hard way that loving Hugh Biggs was never going to be simple. Not when timing was always off, not when he chose someone else.
So she lets him go. Watches from a distance as he builds something new, something that isn't her.
But some things don't fade, no matter how hard you try to bury them.
And when it all starts to unravel, Lizzie is left wondering.
Was she ever really meant to let go of number 10 or was she always meant to be the one claiming him?
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