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The Other Woman's Pain

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**Chapter 80**

**The Other Woman’s Pain**

The following morning brought a strange, unwelcome quiet to the penthouse. Khalid had returned sometime before dawn — I heard the soft click of the elevator and his heavy footsteps in the hallway. He didn’t come to my room. Instead, I found him asleep on the living room sofa when I emerged for coffee, still in yesterday’s rumpled suit, his face etched with exhaustion even in sleep.

I stood there for a long moment, mug in hand,
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