บท 55: CHAPTER 55

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As Miles slept in his room, I slipped out, insistent on making his birthday a little more special. What kind of birthday would it be without a gift and a cake?

At the store, I approached a young sales associate with a smile, hoping to get a fresh perspective on a gift for a man who seemed to have everything.

"Hi," I greeted, trying to sound casual.

She smiled warmly. "Good morning, ma'am. How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a gift for my hu—" I stopped, catching myself. What if she recognized me? Mentioning that I was buying something for my husband could spark rumors, and the last thing I needed was press speculation. I quickly adjusted. "For my boyfriend," I said smoothly, "I need to find him something special, but he already has just about everything you can imagine."