CLAIRE I lay back against the stiff hospital pillow, every muscle aching, my mind spinning in a haze of disbelief and exhaustion. Sasha had taken everything—my home, my company, my marriage. Even my pride had been ripped away, leaving only a hollow ache that no amount of tears could fill. My chest tightened, lungs struggling, as though grief itself had weight. “Lena…” My voice cracked, fragile, barely audible. She turned immediately, eyes wide, worry etched deep. “Yes?” “Can you… get me something to eat? Please,” I whispered, forcing calm into my trembling voice. “I can’t think on an empty stomach.” Her brow furrowed, suspicion flickering. “Fine. But promise me you won’t move.” “I promise,” I said softly, my throat tight, trying to steady the tremor that ran down my arms. The door creaked. My stomach lurched. It wasn’t Lena. Jason appeared first, immaculate as ever. Every hair in place, his navy suit sharp and perfect. He looked at me like I was fragile, a minor inco
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