That night, Mia sat alone in her design studio long after the city had surrendered to darkness.The room had always been her sanctuary.Soft golden lamps cast a warm glow across drafting tables scarred by years of creation. Trays of gemstones lay organized by cut and clarity — emerald, marquise, pear, brilliant round. Rolls of parchment paper filled with early sketches were stacked in careful disorder. A faint scent of metal and polish lingered in the air, grounding and familiar.Tonight, it felt unfamiliar.Anger warred with disbelief in her chest, each emotion clawing for dominance. Her body was still, but her mind would not rest.How had she not seen it?The late-night calls taken in hushed tones on the balcony.The sudden password changes on shared company drives.The subtle shifts in authority — meetings he insisted on attending alone, investor calls he "handled" so she could focus on design.She had mistaken exclusion for protection.She closed her eyes, replaying memory after m
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