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Chapter 20

Author: Nyct
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Aryn

I was just about to dig into the last delicious piece of lasagna when the door swung open. A maid stepped in, looking like she was on a mission. I didn’t think much of it until she walked straight to Claudia, her presence almost commanding. She didn’t even need to say a word.

"Mrs Claudia," the maid said curtly, "Your husband requests your presence."

Claudia’s face paled instantly. I watched as her lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, I wondered if she would argue or ask questions. But no. Instead, she flashed me a tight, almost fake smile, before nodding at the maid.

"Of course," Claudia said in a calm, collected voice.

She stood, smoothing down her dress as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then she left, the maid trailing behind her. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me in the kitchen alone, still holding the fork that had been inches away from the lasagna.

I sighed.

The food had been perfect. Rich. Satisfying. The perfect escape from the cha
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