The morning sun spilled across the wide windows of the Caldwell estate, filtering through the gauzy curtains like soft fire. Lena sat at the edge of the bed, pulling the silk robe tighter around herself. Zane was already awake, dressed in a crisp white shirt, his tie hanging loose around his neck as he adjusted his cufflinks.She watched him silently, tracing how he moved—calm, efficient, controlled. Like nothing was wrong. Like last night hadn’t happened at all.“You’re leaving early,” she said quietly.Zane’s gaze flicked to her in the mirror, then back to the tie. “A meeting.”“With Marcus?” she asked before she could stop herself.His hands stilled. “Why would you think that?”“Because I heard you,” Lena said, rising slowly from the bed. “Last night. On the phone. You threatened him.”Zane finally turned, his eyes sharp, calculating. “You were listening?”Her pulse jumped, but she lifted her chin. “You didn’t tell me he called. You didn’t tell me you’ve been dealing with him behin
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