IcenThe silence after she walked out wasn't just quiet; it was a void, cold and absolute, trying to suck the oxygen right out of the room. I didn't move for a long minute. I couldn't. The moment the door clicked, I lunged, slamming both palms down on the massive mahogany table, gripping the edge until the expensive wood seemed to groan beneath my weight.Boyfriend.The word was a goddamn spike driven through my head. She said it so easily. So calmly. Like it was a given. Like she had simply found a suitable replacement for the fire we shared. The thought was nauseating. It was an appalling intrusion into the space that was exclusively, violently mine.She stood right there, shaking with defiance, smelling like a mistake I should have erased but only etched deeper. She looked me in the eye, that sharp, dangerous golden gaze, and threw down the final gauntlet.Was it a lie? A calculated defense to keep me at bay? Or was it true? Was there some man—some stranger—who was sharing her chao
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