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Chapter 109

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(Celeste Moretti’s POV)

He had been so cold before the wedding, distant in a way that made everything between us feel carefully measured, like every interaction was being weighed against some invisible contract neither of us had spoken aloud. I had thought I understood what this arrangement would be, something clean and contained, two people sharing space without ever truly crossing into each other’s lives, yet now everything felt different in a way I could not fully name.

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