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Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

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Alexander never showed for lunch.

Instead, | received a call from Jake Wilson, a notorious paparazzo. His team had captured photos and footage of

Alexander with Claire. Too afraid to approach Alexander directly, he'd cto me.

| felt nothing about these photos anymore.

Still, | should inform Alexander. His phone went straight to voicemail.

When | called his assistant, he stammered, “Mr. Sinclair is...”

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A haughty voice cut in from the background: “Miss Claire said she and Mr. Sinclair are not to be disturbed during

their afternoon rest.”

| hung up, words dying in my throat.

Moments later, Claire texted: “Alexander's exhausted and sleeping. Tellwhat you need, I'll pass it along when

he wakes.”

She attached a photo: Alexander asleep in her trailer, tie loosened, features relaxed. Despite appearing deep in

slumber, his fingers were intertwined with Claire's.

| pocketed my phone, burying my heartache with it.

Rising. | followed the crew toward the set.

Thirty minutes later, a massive explosion rocked the stulot.

Sirens pierced the air, growing closer.

Alexander heard it from Claire’s trailer but didn’t react immediately. Checking his watch, he said, “Claire, | should

check on Evelyn's explosion scene. This film is my apology to you for her behavior.”

Before Claire could protest, his assistant pounded on the door: “Sir! There's been an accident with Mrs.

Sinclair!TM

Alexander froze. “The schedule said three o'clock.”

“It was moved up... She waited for you at lunch, but when you didn’t come, she hadn't eaten, so they—"

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“Why wasn’t | informed?” Alexander roared.

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He grabbed his phone, finding a stream of missed calls on silent mode.

His eyes turned to Claire, glacial, “Did you silence my phone?”

“Alexander, you were so tired. | just wanted you to rest...”

The assistant cut in: “Sir, when Mrs. Sinclair called, Miss Claire's assistant said you were both resting and

couldn't be disturbed.”

Claire tried to blher assistant’s overzealousness, but Alexander was already gone.