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When silence learned to speak
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2026-01-01 10:16:00While Serena battled her own new world of cruelty and loss, Eve was fighting a quieter war—one that lived in her chest, one that wore the face of restraint and fear, and carried the name Soren.
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The office had not changed.
The halls were still polished, the air still perfumed with ambition and routine. Files moved. Meetings happened. People laughed, whispered, worked.
Yet for me, everything felt different.
I had become more conscious of myself.
Of my steps.
Of my breathing.
Of the way my heart reacted before my mind had time to intervene.
Every time the chairman passed through the corridor, my body seemed to sense him before my eyes did. A pause would happen without intention. A stillness I never planned. Then our gazes would meet.
And time would stretch.
We would look at each other for seconds that felt like minutes. No smiles. No words. No gestures bold enough to be called
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The office had quieted in a way that felt almost surreal after the storm of emotions that had just passed. I was still pressed against Soren’s chest, my tears soaked into his crisp shirt, my body trembling from the release of hours of pent-up fear, doubt, and longing.He held me there, and in that silence, I realized how safe I felt. Safe in a way that I hadn’t felt in years—since Julian’s betrayal, since the nights filled with confusion and heartbreak, since the moments where I thought love was nothing but a cruel trick.Soren’s hand slid slowly up again to cradle the back of my head, his thumb brushing along my temple as if to soothe not just my body, but every scar I carried inside.“Eve,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, and utterly grounding. “Please look at me.”I lifted my tear-streaked face slowly, still unsure, still hesitant, and our eyes met. The intensity
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While Serena battled her own new world of cruelty and loss, Eve was fighting a quieter war—one that lived in her chest, one that wore the face of restraint and fear, and carried the name Soren.⚜️━━━⚜️━━━⚜️The office had not changed.The halls were still polished, the air still perfumed with ambition and routine. Files moved. Meetings happened. People laughed, whispered, worked.Yet for me, everything felt different.I had become more conscious of myself.Of my steps.Of my breathing.Of the way my heart reacted before my mind had time to intervene.Every time the chairman passed through the corridor, my body seemed to sense him before my eyes did. A pause would happen without intention. A stillness I never planned. Then our gazes would meet.And time would stretch.We would look at each other for seconds that felt like minutes. No smiles. No words. No gestures bold enough to be called
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