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The Interrogation

Author: Tamara Love
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-22 22:01:47

Julian’s POV

The study was lit up with the amber glow of the desk lamp, a sharp contrast to the icy coldness radiating from the man sitting behind it. I watched her–my wife. She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette looking perfect against the Seattle skyline.

"Serena," I said, my voice barely a whisper in the silence.

She turned. Her eyes held mine with a terrifying, steady calm. "Yes, Julian?"

"I’ve been thinking," I said, leaning back, making the leather chair creaking unde
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