A NEW RIVAL.CYRUS’S POV.My chest was already tight, like I'd been clenching my teeth in my sleep; my shoulders were stiff, my brain still replaying last night over and over, a bad recording that I couldn't seem to shut off. I expected Phoebe to be pissed, clingy, pushy, something-but she was weirdly calm. Too calm. She didn't try to climb into my lap, didn't hover around me, didn't demand a morning kiss. She just brushed her hair and put cream on and hummed and acted like we were two normal people starting a normal morning in a normal marriage, except every second felt like it was building toward something I didn't want to deal with.When we came downstairs, breakfast was already on the table. Dominic and Marcus were both there. Immediately, Phoebe brightened up — at least, greeted both of them like everything was fine, like she didn't notice how stiff Dominic sat, or that Marcus barely looked at him. She plopped herself down beside Marcus, launching into easy, light chatter, laughi
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