ElaraThe water rushed over me, hot and forgiving, and for a few minutes I let myself pretend it could wash away more than just the day. Three years of this. Three years of standing under spray that never quite got warm enough, in a penthouse that never felt like home, waiting for a man who never looked at me twice.The bathroom filled with steam, soft white clouds that wrapped around my silhouette and made the world beyond the glass blur into nothing. Here, I could almost forget. Forget that I was Elara Dubois, the invisible fiancée. I turned off the water and reached for a towel just as – “Click.” The sound of the door unlocking reached my ears and it immediately swung open.My heart stopped. I spun, clutching the towel to my chest as the steam began its slow retreat, revealing the figure in the doorway.Louis?I was sure my confusion was written all over my face. Why was he here? Louis Valmont, my fiancé of three years, stood in the bathroom doorway like he owned it – which, tech
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