Each day felt like a quiet war—one fought not with shouting or anger, but with silence, glances, and unspoken wounds. And still, Lucien tried.Ever since Aria had returned—reluctantly, under her mother’s hopeful urging—he had begun a quiet campaign of penance. Not through apologies, not in words. But in the way he woke early to cook for her, learned the rhythm of her moods, stepped lightly around her pain. Every gesture was small, deliberate. A quiet offering. A silent prayer.He knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness, not easily. Not after what he’d done… or more hauntingly, what he’d failed to do.Sometimes, late at night, when Aria had shut herself away in the guest room—though her mother still believed they shared the master—Lucien would sit in the hallway, back against the cold wall, unable to sleep. He would stare at the door and remember the day it all fell apart. The day he chose pride over love. Fear over courage. He hadn’t realized, then, how fragile a woman’s trust could be whe
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