The silence stretched between them like a blade. Clara stood inside the apartment’s threshold, bare feet pressing into the cool wooden floor, while Alex remained outside—soaked in rain, haloed by the dim golden glow of the hallway light. His eyes were bloodshot, but his posture was still Alex: tall, proud, the mask of a man who once believed he was untouchable. But tonight, that mask was cracked. “Clara,” he said again, quieter this time. “Please.” She should’ve slammed the door. Maybe screamed. But instead, her fingers loosened from the door’s edge, and she stepped back. Not to let him in. To breathe. “Talk, then,” she said, folding her arms. Alex stepped inside like a man walking into a cathedral after committing a sin. He paused in the middle of the living room, glancing around like the place held the pieces of what he’d broken. “I shouldn’t have left like that,” he began. “No,” Clara cut in, voice sharp. “You shouldn’t have slept with Quinn. But here we are.” His jaw ti
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