The familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, that was once a source of comfort, now carried a faint, unsettling feeling since the day Zara was publicly humiliated. But she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm over her as she stepped into the café.The café looked the same but quieter, more intimate. No customers. Just the two of them except for a barista wiping the counter with meticulous care and the hum of an espresso machine he was clearly proud of.And there, at their usual corner table by the window, sat Leo. He looked up as she entered, a faint, knowing smile gracing his lips. He was dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, a stark contrast to her own casual jeans and a simple, fitted top. He exuded an aura of quiet power that seemed to fill the otherwise empty space.“Zara,” he greeted, his voice a low, warm rumble.She walked towards him, her steps lighter than they had been in days. “Good morning, Leo.” She glanced around the deserted café, then back at him, a p
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