ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW For a moment, all I could do was stare at Felix. His expression said everything — regret, guilt, and something darker hiding behind those brown eyes that always seemed too calm for a man like him. I wanted to scream at him to say something, anything, but my throat felt tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, almost too controlled. “Well,” he began slowly, running a hand through his hair, “it’s complicated, but I guess you deserve to know everything now.” I crossed my arms. “Start talking.” Felix exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Julian and I… we were friends. Actually, best friends.” I frowned. “Were?” “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Were.” The room felt colder suddenly. The ticking clock on the wall was the only sound filling the silence. I sat too, though part of me wanted to stand and run. “Julian’s father owns Lotex Limited Industry,” Felix continued. “It’s a multi-million-dollar company, one of the biggest in New York. Julian was supp
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