ALEXANDERI stood in the living room, my breath still uneven. Emely was staring down at me from the staircase, her expression cold, unreadable. And the quieter she became, the hotter my blood boiled.How could she act like that? How could she say something so cruel to Lorian—especially when the woman was carrying our child?Emely turned as if she meant to go back to the bedroom, and something inside me snapped.“Emely,” I called sharply.She froze but didn’t turn around.“Don’t walk away from this conversation.”Still nothing.I took a step forward, forcing myself to keep my voice from exploding, even though the frustration was burning through my chest.“You can’t just leave after hurting someone. You need to deal with what you caused.”At last, Emely turned slightly. Her eyes were swollen, but her expression was carved in stone. And for some reason, that look—cold, flat, challenging—tightened something in me even more.“Alex,” she said softly, emotionless, “I don’t want to fight.”“Ne
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