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Chapter 38: The Silence Between

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Sophia hadn’t slept.

She had spent most of the night pacing her penthouse, each room feeling both too big and suffocatingly small. Every reflection she caught of herself in the tall windows reminded her of his eyes—how they had burned into her, how his lips had felt against hers, how close they had come to stepping over a line that could never be undone.

She brewed coffee, she didn’t drink, and opened emails she didn’t read. She told herself that work would fix this, that the structure of her empire would drown out the chaos Alex had stirred inside her.

But when she slipped into her black suit and fastened the pearl studs at her ears, her hands trembled. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like armour could save her.

By the time her car dropped her at the glass-and-steel tower of her company, the city was already alive, rushing, oblivious. Sophia moved through the lobby with her usual grace, heels clicking sharply, expression compose
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    Sophia hadn’t slept.She had spent most of the night pacing her penthouse, each room feeling both too big and suffocatingly small. Every reflection she caught of herself in the tall windows reminded her of his eyes—how they had burned into her, how his lips had felt against hers, how close they had come to stepping over a line that could never be undone.She brewed coffee, she didn’t drink, and opened emails she didn’t read. She told herself that work would fix this, that the structure of her empire would drown out the chaos Alex had stirred inside her.But when she slipped into her black suit and fastened the pearl studs at her ears, her hands trembled. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like armour could save her.By the time her car dropped her at the glass-and-steel tower of her company, the city was already alive, rushing, oblivious. Sophia moved through the lobby with her usual grace, heels clicking sharply, expression compose

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    The city was already alive by the time Sophia slipped out of Alex’s apartment. The streets hummed with early morning chatter, coffee carts clattering, taxis blaring their horns in impatience. Yet she moved through it all as if she were invisible, her mind buzzing with a noise louder than the city itself.Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, but even that steady rhythm couldn’t ground her. She had told him she didn’t regret it—she meant it—but the truth was far messier. She was terrified, and that fear sat in her chest like a stone she couldn’t swallow.Back in her penthouse, the silence pressed in differently than it had at his place. Here, everything was sharp edges and pristine order, no trace of vulnerability. She shrugged off her coat, dropped her bag on the marble counter, and stared at her reflection in the tall mirror by the door.Her hair was still tousled, her skin faintly flushed. She looked like someone she didn’t recognize—a wom

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