Anna POV I never imagined that the man who had accused me so easily, who had believed lies over my truth, could kneel before me with such humility. And yet, here he was. Sam. The same ruthless, untouchable man I had loved, feared, and sometimes hated, now standing in my living room, his dark eyes softer than they had been in months. “Anna… I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice low and almost pleading. “I… I’m sorry for everything. I should have trusted you.”I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. But something in the way he looked at me—the sharpness behind the softness—made me pause. I ignored the unease creeping through me.We drank together. One glass turned into two. He insisted, gently, that I relax. “You deserve tonight,” he whispered. “Just one night without worry.”I didn’t notice how much I drank. I didn’t notice the subtle way his hand brushed mine—not tenderly, but with something else beneath. By the time the third glass was empty, my vision blurred and
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