BELLA’S POV.The next morning, sunlight poured softly through the tall windows, slipping past the golden curtains and resting against my face. My eyes fluttered open, and for a few seconds, I forgot where I was the lavish suite, the scent of leather and cedarwood, the heavy silence that had settled after the chaos of last night.Then it hit me the gala, Sophia, the wine, and the look in Alex’s eyes. The anger, the shock and the pain. I turned slowly to my side, half expecting him to be there, but the sheets beside me were already cold. He’d been up early or maybe he hadn’t slept at all.I sat up, brushing my messy hair back, and let out a slow breath. “Okay, Bella,” I muttered to myself, “pretend everything is normal. Don’t make it weird.”Downstairs, the sound of clinking glass and low music filled the living room. When I walked in, I found Alex standing by the counter, already dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his watch and t
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