Breakfast felt like a punishment designed by fate.Vivian sat at the far end of the long dining table in the mansion, her fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched. The air felt heavier than usual - not because of the size of the house, but because of what had happened less than an hour ago.Lucas had walked in on her changing. And for exactly three seconds, neither of them had spoken.Now he sat across from her, dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up like he hadn’t just seen something he wasn’t supposed to see. Like her panic hadn’t briefly frozen the entire room.Evelyn, Lucas’s mother, hummed softly as she poured juice into a glass, pretending she didn’t notice the tension thick enough to choke on. Jane stood quietly near the counter, tablet in hand, doing her best to look invisible.But Vivian could feel it.Every time Lucas lifted his eyes, they landed on her for half a second too long before shifting away again. Like his mind kept replaying the mo
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