Three days passed.Three days of careful, calculated kindness from Daniel.Breakfast brought to her room every morning. Always from the private kitchen. Always safe.Flowers on her desk. Small gifts. A new book he thought she'd enjoy.Constant attention."How are you feeling today?""Did you sleep well?""Is there anything you need?"The perfect husband.And Alina wanted so desperately to believe it was real.That he'd actually changed. Actually chosen her. Actually meant the promises.But something felt wrong.She couldn't name it. Couldn't point to a specific action or word.Just a feeling. A prickling at the back of her neck.Like being watched by something predatory.***On the fourth morning, Alina woke to find Daniel already dressed."I have meetings all day," he said, adjusting his tie. "But I arranged something for you.""What?""Time with Junior. This afternoon. Two PM. In the garden. Just the two of you. No supervision. No Clarissa."Alina's breath caught. "Really?""Really.
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