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    Ralphy was good to her now, but what about ten years, twenty, or even thirty yearster? Would he still be the same man?


    Would he one day turn cruel, just like Terence?


    Davina couldn’t bring herself to take that risk. She was too afraid to take one more step forward.


    She had already fallen—but if Ralphy ever changed, it would shatter her beyond repair.


    The human heart was impossible to predict; even the truest love could twist in a single heartbeat.


    Maybe if they had never crossed paths, none of the pain that followed would havee to pass.


    Lost in her thoughts, Davina didn’t even notice when Ralphy returned—holding an elegant, finely wrapped bag in his hand.


    Davina frowned. “What is it?”


    “Sandals.” Ralphy pulled a designer box from the elegant bag, the kind that screamed exclusivity.


    Her brows knitted tighter. Anything from this brand never came cheap.


    When he lifted the lid, a pair of stunning sandals gleamed back at her, their slender straps glittering with diamonds.


    Davina blinked at them, caught between disbelief and awe. “Those can’t be cheap, right?”


    Just looking at them, she could tell they were worth at least a hundred thousand.


    “Not too expensive,” Ralphy said casually, cing one in her hand.


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    The sandals had been crafted especially for her. Every diamond that shimmered under the light was real, and he’d poured more than twenty million into them.


    “You want me to try them on?” she asked, holding up the jeweled sandal.


    “No. Didn’t you say you wanted to p them yourself? Use this instead—won’t hurt your hand,” Ralphy replied.


    A faint smile tugged at his lips.


    He wasn’t worried about the cost; if the sandals broke, he could buy a pricier pair. What mattered now was letting her get her anger out.


    Davina stared at him, stunned. He wanted her to use that—a diamond-studded sandal—to p?


    Was hepletely insane?


    And they were women’s sandals… were they meant for some other girl?


    Her mood darkened instantly, and memories of his old tabloid scandals crept in.


    A pair like this must have been bought for one of those women from his past.


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