The door slammed hard enough to shake the walls.Julian’s head lifted slowly. Elara stood at the doorway, chest rising and falling, fury simmering just beneath her skin. The air in the room shifted—heavy with her scent: anger, fear, and the faint edge of desperation.“Who is she, Julian?” She demanded, voice sharp but trembling at the edges. “I knew it. I knew you were fucking someone else.”Julian didn’t move. He sat back on the leather sofa, jaw working, the muscle in it ticking once before he exhaled through his nose.“You don’t understand what you think you heard,” he said finally—quiet, level, controlled.The words landed between them like a challenge, and for a moment, she simply stared. Then she let out a small, humorless laugh, brushing her hair back from her face. “No, I understand perfectly,” she snapped, stepping closer. “You’ve been acting different lately. But I see it now—the distance, the tension. You’ve been drowning in guilt, that’s all.”He said nothing. That silence
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