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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Rhea's Sexcapade)

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The hallway smelled faintly of old wood polish and lavender cleaner, that lingering mix Rhea insisted on spraying every morning as if scent alone could keep the apartment feeling fresh.

Arabella paused outside the door, her keys tight between her fingers. She had texted earlier—I’m coming home—but her phone battery had been low, and when she slipped it into her bag, she hadn’t checked if the message was delivered, Maybe Rhea saw it. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe it didn’t matter. The truth was, Arabella felt heavy all over again, as if each step up the stairs had been dragging chains behind her. She wanted nothing but the false comfort of her bed, the dim quiet of her room,

She turned the key, pushed the door open, and at first, it was just sound that met her. A low rhythmic thud. A muffled gasp. then laughter. Male. Careless. Arabella froze in the entryway, her bag still slung over her shoulder. For a moment, she thought maybe Rhea had friends over, Maybe a movie or music was on too lo
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