Morning arrived quietly, slipping into the room on soft feet. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, pale and hesitant, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm. I opened my eyes and lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling above me. My wedding night. Again. Even after waking up safely in my bed, my heart still raced when fragments of my previous life crept into my thoughts, Selena’s cold eyes, the staircase, the pain, the darkness. I pressed my palm against my chest, grounding myself. I was alive. And this time, I would live differently. I got dressed neatly, choosing a simple but elegant outfit professional, calm, controlled. The woman in the mirror no longer looked like someone desperate for affection. She looked like someone who had survived death. By the time I arrived at William Group of Companies, it was already eight past eight. Morning at the office was as busy as ever employees walking briskly, heels clicking, voices murmuring about meetings and deadlines. Not
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