The Traitor's Funeral

Summary

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Two weeks before the wedding, the ears I’d lost saving Jackson Hayes were suddenly healed by a raging fever.

The doctors called it a one-in-a-million case. The fever had somehow reduced the nerve inflammation, and just like that, my damaged auditory nerves started working again. They couldn’t explain it, but it happened.

I considered it a wedding gift from fate itself.

I excitedly called an Uber and rushed downtown to the Hayes Group headquarters to find Jackson.

But after ten long years