OWEN'S POV When I woke up, the house felt different, like something had changed.Something was really changing.I found Zoe in the kitchen, standing near the counter while the kettle hissed behind her. She wasn’t looking at anything, just moving like she wasn’t fully there.“Zoe,” I said carefully.She didn’t turn. “Morning.”Just that. Soft. Polite. Distant.I stepped closer. “About last night—Zoe, please. Just listen.”Her hands stilled, but she didn’t look up.“I meant what I said, Owen.”My chest tightened. “I can’t marry Alexis. I won’t.”She finally looked at me. Her eyes were red but no tears were left.“Zoe, please. You can’t expect me to marry Alexis. You can’t truly want that.”“I don’t want it,” she said softly. “But it has to be done.”“It’s already decided, Owen.” She said firmly.“No. I will decide for myself,” I said, my voice rough. “Zoe, we can work this out together. You don’t have to go anywhere.”“I do,” she whispered. “I already told you… I’ll move back to my ap
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