Lior’s POV I dash into her house, my pulse hammering.“Mom!”My voice echoes down the hallway as I move fast, barely slowing until I reach the living room. And there they are.My mother sits on the couch, spine straight, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap. Calm. Composed. As if nothing in the world has happened tonight. As if my sudden arrival means nothing at all.Unbothered. Untouched by the storm burning through me.Beside her, Aurelia stiffens.She shoots to her feet the moment she sees me, the movement sharp and rushed. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her dress as her eyes widen.“Li… Lior, you’re here?”The words come out uncertain, almost breathless, like she did not expect me. Like she hoped I would not show up.I do not answer her.My eyes dart to her face, cold, assessing.“You,” I say flatly. “What are you doing here?”Her lips part, ready to respond, but my mother speaks first.“Mind how you talk to her, Lior,” she says coolly. “She’s your fiancée.”A sharp
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