She Signed The Divorce Quietly — Then Arrived On A Billionaire’s Private Jet

” Preston said. “You used to play the French Defense. Passive. Waiting for mistakes.”

“I’m not waiting anymore.”

By the tenth move, Preston felt confident. He’d developed his knights, controlled the center, castled his king. Vivian’s pieces seemed scattered, her structure chaotic. She’d moved her queen out early—a rookie mistake, or so he thought.

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