It all started with my burned-out car. I met my exes. Yep, there are two of them. And they showed up in my life out of the blue, and they want to get our relationship back. If before they at least were messing with my head, now they decided to play it open. And yes, they don’t want to let me go. Even the fact that there’s a ten-year age difference—while I’m the older one—doesn’t bother them at all. Gods… give me the strength to get rid of these two brutally wealthy show-offs before their crocodile of a father eats me for breakfast! Or should I just blow everything off and try starting over?
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