PIPER’S POV The living room felt like a minefield. I sat stiffly on the couch, my arms crossed, my jaw set, the sting of yesterday still fresh in my chest. Rowan’s footsteps echoed on the floor as he entered, and though he greeted his father warmly, his tone softened when he turned toward me.“Good evening, Father. Piper,” he said, his gaze lingering on me as if waiting for something more than a curt reply.“Hello,” I muttered, flat and cold, refusing to give him the satisfaction of anything warmer.Ruben’s eyes flicked between us, sharp enough to sense the storm beneath the surface. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he said, reaching for his coat. “Rowan, talk with your wife. She deserves your time more than I do.”Rowan nodded, his expression unreadable. “Of course, Father.”And with that, Ruben left, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. Silence swallowed the room whole.Rowan moved closer, his hands sliding into his pockets, his voice low. “Piper… I need to explain.”I didn’t even
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