Ciara’s POV The whole room was holding its breath. You could hear the silence if you listened hard enough, it was thick, and heavy, like the air itself was afraid to move. All eyes were locked on the man at the head of the table.Dax Blackthorne.He sat there like he owned the room, the house, the city... because he did. Golden eyes calm, face unreadable, hands folded loosely on the polished wood. Power rolled off him without effort, without a word and no one dared speak first.I was bold enough to look around. Just once.Jasper was staring at me like I owed him money, like I owed him my entire soul. Technically, I did...legally, I was still his wife. His eyes burned with rage, humiliation, possession. He looked like he wanted to drag me across the table and choke the life out of me right there.His mother’s stare was colder, pure venom, lips pressed into a thin line. The others, uncles, advisors, my own family watched with varying shades of shock, fear, disgust. All of them judging
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