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CHAPTER 95.

Author: Succy
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-07 00:34:32

Cole’s POV.

The mattress dipped under my weight as I sat on the edge of the bed.

I didn't lie down immediately. I just sat there in the dark, my elbows resting on my knees, my head hanging heavy between my shoulders. The silence of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the chaos inside my head.

Behind me, Sabrina lay still under the duvet. To a stranger, she would have looked like she was in a deep, peaceful sleep. Her breathing was rhythmic, her body motionless.

But I wasn't a stranger. I knew the cadence of my wife’s sleep—the soft, almost imperceptible sighs she made, the way her hand usually sought mine even in her dreams.

Tonight, there was none of that. Her breathing was too controlled. Too shallow. And even without touching her, I could feel the tension radiating off her body like heat. She was awake. She was lying there in the dark, probably terrified, probably hating me for being downstairs for so long.

I rubbed my face with my hands, smelling the faint, lingering scent of cham
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