Amara’s POVPeace wasn’t what Amara expected.It didn’t come with fireworks or grand declarations — just quiet mornings and softer nights.Three months after the accident, life had settled into a rhythm that almost felt normal. She’d wake up to the smell of coffee drifting through Damian’s apartment — too strong, always too strong — and he’d insist he needed it to survive another board meeting. They’d share breakfast by the window, the skyline spilling gold across the glass towers, pretending, just for a while, that the world outside didn’t exist.He’d ask how she was sleeping, if her back still hurt from therapy, if she wanted him to drive her to work.She’d roll her eyes and tell him she could walk just fine now.It was their kind of domestic — quiet, fragile, unspoken.At Cruz Holdings, their partnership had evolved into something balanced. Damian had learned to listen. He didn’t dominate meetings anymore — he’d lean back, hands clasped, and let her speak. The sharp, commanding CEO
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