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Ghosts In The Room.

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ALEX’S POV.

“You have no right being happy after what you did!” The voice hit me before the wine did.

A full glass of red splashed across my suit, staining the white fabric like blood. The ballroom fell silent instantly music dying mid-note, laughter cutting off, every pair of eyes turning toward us.

I stood frozen, staring at her. Sophia Grant! Of all the people I expected to see tonight… she was the last.

She looked exactly the same sharp, beautiful, eyes burning with fury but time had carved pain into her expression, a bitterness that ran deep. Her hair was tied up in a clean knot, her black gown hugging her slender frame. Her voice trembled, but her glare never wavered.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. My throat tightened as the memories came rushing in screeching tires, shattered glass, a scream that still haunted me when I closed my eyes. I shut the thought down before it could drag me further.

“Alex?” Bella’s voice was soft beside me and uncertain. “Do you know her?”

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