Judy’s POV The morning sunlight poured gently through the tall windows of the Jones mansion. I sat at the large dining table, sipping my tea, my mind half on the day ahead and half on David. He hadn’t spoken much this morning. That was usual, of course, because he always seemed busy with meetings, calls, and important business matters. Yet, there was something different in the way he looked at me. Something I couldn’t quite understand. He entered the dining room quietly, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, looking every bit the powerful man the world knew him to be. “Good morning, Mrs. Jones,” he said, his voice calm but steady. I smiled politely, feeling a flutter in my stomach. “Good morning, David.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat opposite me. For a moment, we just looked at each other. His eyes were serious, almost unreadable. I wanted to speak, to say something sweet, but my heart thumped too loudly. I remembered the dinner party, the
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