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After Serene left, the silence she’d left behind felt heavier than her presence ever had. Elara sighed, guilt sitting in her chest like a stone. She hadn’t believed Julian. Not at first. And now that the truth had settled, she couldn’t shake the shame of it.She crossed the room to him. “Julian,” she said, her voice low, careful. “I am truly sorry for not believing you. Besides, I—”Julian rested a hand on her shoulder before she could finish. “It’s okay. I can’t blame you. Even Victor thought that way once, so it’s not a surprise at all. I understand where you’re coming from.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “But trust me — I could never do something like that.”Across the room, Victor said nothing. He only sighed, arms crossed, jaw tight.Elara walked over to him. “Please tell me you didn’t believe that girl. Julian is innocent.”Victor gave a slow nod, then moved past her toward Julian. “Can I have that audio? If you don’t mind.”Julian let out an awkward laugh. “It’s already over. Wh

Victor’s footsteps faded into the distance, leaving behind a silence that felt unbearably heavy.Elara remained standing in the doorway long after he disappeared from sight. Her chest tightened as she replayed every word he had said. Eventually, she closed the door, leaned against it, and released a weary sigh.“What if Victor is right?” she whispered to herself.She immediately shook her head.“No… it can’t be.”Crossing the room, she sat on the edge of her bed and buried her face in her hands.“There has to be a logical explanation. Why would Julian do something like that? He saved my life once.” She forced out a shaky laugh. “A man like that couldn’t possibly murder someone.”The words sounded convincing enough, yet they failed to silence the voice buried deep inside her heart.Victor had made sense.For the first time since the accusations began, she couldn’t dismiss them as the product of grief and suspicion. His certainty… the fear in his eyes… the way his voice trembled wheneve

Jules didn’t come home. How could she, when the rain was pouring down like it meant to drown the whole town? Elara crossed over to Victor’s place instead, hoping he’d be there. The storm was still heavy, the kind that soaked through fabric in seconds, each drop hitting the pavement hard enough to splash back up onto her shoes. Her knock might not even carry through the noise, so she knocked again, quick and urgent, her knuckles aching against the wood, water running down her arm with every strike.Just as she was about to give up and turn back into the storm, the door opened. It was Victor.“Elara? What are you doing here, it’s pouring outside, how did you even make it over?” His eyes swept over her, taking in how drenched she was, how her hair stuck to her face in dark strands.“Victor,” she cut him off, breathless, rain streaming down her face and dripping off her chin. “You were right. You might have been right about this whole thing, because I found evidence from the hospital in J

Victor opened his eyes halfway and froze. Julian stood in the doorway, face dark with anger, body tense like he was ready to explode. The morning light coming through the curtains made the fury on his face even clearer. Victor kept his eyes half-closed and pretended he had not seen him yet. Elara’s head still rested on his chest, her breathing soft and even. Without thinking, he tightened his arm around her, holding her close for one more second. That was the moment Julian lost control. “What are you doing in my fiancée’s bed, you freak?” he shouted, voice loud enough to fill the whole room. Elara woke with a sharp jolt. She sat up fast, eyes wide with panic as she scrambled off Victor’s chest and pulled the sheet higher. Victor opened his eyes fully now, acting as if the noise had just pulled him from sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face like any man who had been deep in rest. Julian scoffed, staring straight at her. “Elara, do you mind explaining this? What do you take me fo

The clinical fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed with a low, oppressive buzz, casting harsh shadows across the metallic table. Julian sat anchored to the bolt-down chair, his designer suit rumpled, wrists bound in polished steel. He stared across the small divide at Elara, his eyes burning with an unsettling mixture of disbelief and quiet fury."Elara, are you serious?" Julian’s voice grated against the quiet room, laced with incredulity. "Asking me about this crime? Do you really believe him? Did you actually have to go to such lengths just to drag me to a police station?"Elara kept her gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor, her fingers tightly interlaced in her lap to conceal their trembling. The police had intercepted Julian at the airport, boarding pass in hand, just moments before he could slip out of the country. Upon being brought in for questioning, his first and only demand had been a private word with her."Didn't you think for a second that everything he