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Normally I would have argued again.But tonightMy mind was too chaotic.Too shaken.So without another word, I climbed silently into the car.And Roman shut the door behind me gently before walking around to the driver’s sideCompletely unaware that the moment Daniel said his nameEverything between us had started changing inside my head.The ride back was painfully silent.City lights streaked past the windows in blurred flashes while I sat rigidly in the passenger seat, staring outside without truly seeing anything.Roman said nothing for the first several minutes.Neither did I.But the silence between us had become unbearable.Heavy.Sharp.Filled with too many unanswered questions.My mind still replayed Daniel’s words over and over again.Roman Morozov.He was there that night.Every time I glanced at Roman from the corner of my eye, something twisted painfully inside my chest.Fear.Confusion.Doubt.And somehow, despite all of itStill desire too.I hated myself for that most

Cold air slammed against my skin the second I stepped outside the restaurant.The night was darker than before, wind rushing sharply through the streets and sending strands of my hair across my face as I walked quickly down the sidewalk.My chest still heaved unevenly.My thoughts were worse.Roman was there that night.The sentence repeated endlessly inside my head like a curse.I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, heels striking hard against the pavement as I kept moving faster.I needed distance.Needed space to think.Needed to breathe without his presence suffocating every thought inside my head.Then behind meThe restaurant door opened.I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.My pulse reacted instantly anyway.I walked faster.Faster.The cold wind bit harder against my bare skin as I crossed toward the next street corner, my breathing uneven now.Footsteps echoed behind me.Steady.Unhurried.Roman.Of course he would follow me.“Elena.”I ignored him completely.

That made no sense.I laughed softly at first.Disbelieving.Confused.“What?”Daniel didn’t smile.Didn’t move.“He was there that night.”My heartbeat became uneven immediately.Cold panic crept slowly through my chest.“That’s impossible.”“He attended the party.”“No.” I shook my head quickly. “No, Roman is older than us.”“He wasn’t exactly there with the students,” Daniel said carefully. “But yes. He was there.”I stared at him blankly.The restaurant around us suddenly sounded distant.Muted.Like I had been shoved underwater.“That doesn’t mean anything,” I whispered quickly. “Lots of people were there.”Daniel nodded slowly.“I know.”My breathing had become shallow now.Fast.Painfully fast.“But someone saw him near the area where you were found afterward.”A horrible feeling twisted violently inside my stomach.“No.”“Elena ”“No.”I pushed my chair back slightly, shaking my head harder now.“You’re wrong.”Daniel’s expression tightened.“I’m not saying he hurt you.”“But

The restaurant was warm and softly lit when I arrived.Golden chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, casting soft light across polished tables and velvet seats. Quiet piano music drifted through the air while people murmured softly over wine glasses and expensive meals around me.The place felt intimate.Comfortable.The kind of place meant for quiet conversations.Yet from the second I stepped inside, unease had already settled heavily in my chest.I smoothed my hands lightly over my dress as the hostess guided me deeper into the restaurant.I had taken extra time getting ready before leaving the mansion.Maybe because I needed distraction.Maybe because after days of grief, confusion, and emotional chaos, I wanted to feel like myself again.Or at least pretend to.The dark dress hugged my body elegantly, simple but expensive, paired with heels that clicked softly against the polished floor as I walked.StillNone of it stopped the nervous tension building inside me.Daniel was alrea

The words hit instantly.Hard.My mouth parted slightly in disbelief as anger rushed through me.I stared at him.And then suddenly I understood.This was not really about appearances.Not completely.ThisThis was retaliation.He was throwing my own words back at me.Using them against me because of what I had said at the cinema.Because I had hurt him.My chest tightened painfully.“You’re doing that on purpose,” I whispered.Roman’s expression remained hard.“Aren’t those your words?”I looked away sharply for a second, furious all over again.“You know what I meant.”“No,” he said coldly. “Apparently I don’t.”The bitterness in his voice caught me off guard slightly.Roman stepped closer slowly, eyes dark and unreadable.“You said you were still my father’s wife,” he continued quietly. “So I’m respecting that.”“You’re mocking me.”“Maybe.”The honesty of it stunned me silent briefly.Anger burned hotter inside my chest.“You’re unbelievable.”Roman gave a humorless laugh.“You br

The tension from the cinema followed us all the way back to the hotel.It sat between us silently during the ride upstairs, thick and suffocating, neither of us willing to speak first.Roman stood beside me inside the elevator, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead.Cold.Controlled.Like the argument earlier had sealed something shut inside him.I kept my gaze on the glowing numbers above the elevator doors, stubbornly refusing to look at him even though I could feel his presence everywhere around me.The memory of his words still burned inside my chest.You’ve never really been his.And somehow, despite how angry I was, those words still lingered beneath my skin in ways I hated.The elevator doors slid open.We walked toward the suite without speaking.The silence between us echoed louder than footsteps.By the time Roman unlocked the door and stepped aside for me to enter first, frustration already sat heavily inside my chest.I tossed my purse onto