ELENA’s POV The sunlight hitting the room was too bright, too cold. I blinked, my eyes heavy, and for a second, I didn't know where I was. The ceiling was too high. The sheets were too soft. They smelled like sandalwood and expensive scotch.Then I remembered. The study. The door clicking shut. The way Julian looked at me after I saw Mark disappear into a bedroom with Tasha. The rage I felt, the heartbreak, and the desperate need to feel something anything other than the pain of being stuck in a loveless marriage. I sat up abruptly, pulling the heavy silk duvet to my chest. Julian was already awake. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me with an expression that was terrifyingly calm. He looked like he had been awake for hours, just waiting for me to open my eyes."Good morning, Elena," he said. His voice was raspy from sleep, but it still held that commanding edge.I scrambled out of the bed, my heart racing. I felt exposed, even with the sheets wrapped around me. My clothes
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