“Do you still love your husband?” Sebastian’s voice was soft, low, barely above a whisper, but the question echoed in my ears like a scream. I turned my face away, my lips trembling. I didn’t have an answer—not the kind he wanted, at least. I hated Kian. True. I hated what he did to me. But somewhere deep inside me, buried beneath the bruises and the betrayal, there were fragments… fragments of what used to be love. Or maybe just delusion. “I’m tired,” I said instead, resting my head on his chest to avoid his gaze. I felt his arms tighten around me as though he was trying to protect me from my own memories. Sebastian didn’t press further. He just held me. And for the first time in a long while, I felt warmth without pain. But the silence between us didn’t disappear. It sat in the room like a ghost—watching, waiting. - quite uncomfortable Later that night, I couldn’
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