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    “Just some pasta,” Rachel replied, giving the pot a quick stir. “Why are you back sote?”


    “I had a tough client today. Just wrapped things up and came back with Trey.” Then, as if remembering something, she added, “Oh, and he hasn’t eaten yet.”


    Rachel nced at the simmering pot, then back at Samira. “In that case, call him over. I’ll make a little extra.”


    “Got it.”


    Rachel whipped up two tes of pasta. Knowing Trey could handle spice, she added a generous pinch of pepper. For Brian, she kept it simple with a tomato-based sauce.


    The moment Trey stepped inside, the delicious aroma filled the air, leading him straight to the counter. There, he found Rachel just putting the finishing touches on two tes of pasta.


    “This smells incredible,” Trey said, openly appreciating the mouthwatering scent.


    Then, after a brief pause, he asked, “Wait, why haven’t you eaten yet?”


    “I already ate. This is for…” she trailed off mid-sentence.


    That night on the bridge, when she saved Jeffrey, Brian had been there too. Even in the dark, Trey must have noticed him.


    Now that they were all part of the same circle, Rachel saw no reason to keep it a secret.


    Taking a deep breath, she looked at Trey and said, “There’s something you should know. Brian White, he’s my fiancé.”


    Trey simply nodded. “I already knew.”


    Rachel blinked in surprise. “You knew?”


    “Did Samira tell you?” she asked curiously.


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    Trey couldn’t exactly exin how he knew.


    “No, but the way he clung to you when you and Jeffrey were in danger—it wasn’t exactly subtle.”


    That exined it.


    A brief silence settled in the kitchen.


    As Rachel finished packing up a serving of pasta to leave, Trey suddenly spoke up. “Rachel.”


    “Yeah?” She turned to face him.


    “Does he… treat you right?”


    Rachel wasn’t expecting that question.


    If she had to be honest, Brian did treat her well. While Tracy was gone, he had always been patient with her, indulging her every whim and making sure she had whatever she wanted. But ever since Tracy returned, there was no denying that something had shifted in him.


    “He treats me well. We’re getting married soon.” Rachel kept her response light, offering a small smile.


    Trey tightened his fists, unable to hold back. “Rachel, you’re incredible, and I mean that. You deserve the best. If there everes a day when he doesn’t treat you right, just remember—you don’t have to stay with him. There are plenty of nice guys out there.”


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