The morning began like any other, Bella rushing through her small Parisian apartment, tugging on a blouse while balancing her coffee, her mind already running through Alexander’s schedule. For weeks, she had grown accustomed to the rhythm of their secret world: late-night dinners in hidden corners, stolen touches in the office, his hand brushing hers when no one watched. The Ice King had melted just for her.Yet that morning, the universe seemed determined to shatter.It started with a phone call.“Bella, don’t go online. Don’t. Just don’t,” Camille’s voice was frantic.Her heart skipped a beat. Against her better judgment, Bella reached for her phone and opened the news.There they were.Photographs, dozens of them, grainy but unmistakable. Alexander Moreau, the elusive genius of Parisian architecture walking beside her along the Seine. Another, holding the hotel door for her in Lyon, his gaze caught on her in a way that seemed too intimate to be merely courteous. And the worst, a si
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