The air in the penthouse became thick with things unsaid. Kaelan’s protectiveness morphed into something smothering. He questioned her going to the studio alone. He subtly suggested a security detail accompany her to the farmer's market. The open, trusting space between them was shrinking, replaced by the old, familiar bars of a gilded cage.Elara felt the walls closing in. The nursery, once a symbol of their future, now felt like another room in his fortress. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't create. The vibrant, flowing colors of her pregnancy series had stalled, the canvases staring back at her, blank and accusing.One morning, watching Kaelan on a tense, hushed call, his back to her, she made a decision. She walked into the bedroom, pulled her old, worn suitcase from the closet, and began to pack.He found her there, folding a sweater. His face paled. "What are you doing?""I'm going back to the studio," she said, her voice u
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