Jack raised his trembling hand to his face, gasping sharply as he wiped away the cold liquid dripping from his eyes, nose, and chin. Wine dripped steadily down his expensive tailored suit, staining the pristine fabric and soaking deeply into his silk shirt beneath. The humiliation burned far worse than the alcohol itself ever could. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his head to look at Julia again, his eyes bloodshot red, his jaw clenched so tight it ached, rage and disbelief twisting his features into something almost unrecognizable."Julia, what the hell are you doing?" he stuttered hoarsely, his voice breaking, half consumed by fury and half by wounded pride.Julia stood before him without a single trace of regret written anywhere on her face. Her back was perfectly straight, her chin lifted high, her eyes calm but sharp, like a blade that had been polished and refined by years of pain. The grand hall was dead silent, every breath held, every eye fixed intently on her. The woman th
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