Elara woke late, the morning sun already warm against her face. She had barely slept and felt like she hadn’t rested at all. Her chest still ached from crying, her head heavy. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to face him.But the day didn’t wait for her pain.She got dressed slowly, tied her apron, and left the room. Her steps felt small as she walked toward the kitchen. Ella was there, wiping down the counters.“You’re late,” Ella said softly, her eyes studying her.“I know,” Elara replied, reaching for the bread and eggs.Ella hesitated before asking, “Are you still thinking about that night?”Elara nodded once, not trusting her voice.“You have to be careful,” Ella said, stepping closer. “Damien isn’t a man who does things halfway. If he wants you, he won’t stop.”Elara’s hands stilled. Her breath caught. “He doesn’t want me,” she whispered.Ella’s brow rose. “Then why does it hurt you this much?”Elara didn’t answer.She ca
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