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Bella’s POVI couldn't even cry in peace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. The way he had looked at me after I slapped him. The way his cheek had reddened beneath my palm. The way his voice had dropped when he said "I've had enough."I touched my lips.I could still feel him there. The pressure. The heat. He had kissed me so forcefully yet so gently like I was his chaos and his calm at the same time.Why could I still feel it? I hated that I could still feel it.I sat up in bed, pulling my knees to my chest. I wiped the tears from my eyes and took in deep short breaths.The room was dark. Silent. But my mind was anything but that. Why did I go to him?I had told myself it was because I was worried. Because he looked broken. Because I was just being a decent human being.But that was a lie.I went because I wanted to see him. Because something in me had pulled me toward his study like a magnet. Because watching him walk away from that dinner table had made my chest ache i

Zayden’s POV I closed the door and stood there. The silence pressed in around me, heavy and suffocating. I could still hear her footsteps fading down the hallway — slow, unsteady, broken. Each one felt like a defeat. I leaned my forehead against the wood and closed my eyes. I could still taste her on my tongue. Sweet. Salt. Something darker underneath. She had been so wet, so ready, so desperate. The way she had pushed back against my face, the way she had sobbed my name— It was everything I had wanted. Everything I had been waiting for. And yet, I had sent her away. I pushed off the door and walked to the window, my body still aching, my dick still hard and straining against my sweatpants. The city sprawled below me, dark and indifferent. It never slept and right now — neither could I. Because all I could think about was her. She had looked at me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Her voice had cracked on her pleading words. Her body had trembled beneath my ha

Bella’s POVI closed the bedroom door behind me and stepped into the hallway.For the first time since marrying Zayden, I knew exactly where I was going.Every step toward his study felt impossibly heavy, yet somehow lighter than carrying the weight of everything I’d left unsaid.I was done pretending.Done lying to myself.Done convincing myself that every look, every touch, every gentle moment between us meant nothing.I was going to tell him the truth.I barely made it halfway down the corridor before a calm voice stopped me.“Isabella.”I turned.Emerald Romano stood at the end of the hall, elegant as ever in a cream silk dress. Not a strand of her silver-blonde hair was out of place. She regarded me with the same unreadable expression she always wore.“Going somewhere?” she asked.I swallowed. I didn’t want to tell her I was going to see her son. “I was… just taking a walk.”She tilted her head like she could tell I was lying. “Perfect.” She said, “I was about to do the same. Wal