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Chapter 28: My Husband.

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-24 00:40:27

The drawing room was bathed in soft afternoon light, the tall windows filtering the sun into something gentler—muted gold that settled across the pale walls and polished furnishings. It was the kind of light that softened edges, that made everything appear more refined than it truly was.

Even the silence felt curated.

The faint scent of bergamot lingered in the air, delicate yet unmistakable, curling through the space like an invisible thread. It clung to the porcelain, the upholstery, the
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