Giselle’s POV“Wakie, wakie, babe.”Ken’s voice slipped into my head, deep and familiar, but instead of the warmth I used to wake up wrapped in, it hit me like something sharp, jarring, that pulled me out of sleep too fast and left me disoriented in its wake.My eyes opened slowly, heavy, and reluctant, and for a moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how I even got back into the bedroom.I couldn’t remember falling asleep, couldn’t remember walking in here, but I remembered everything else.Every single detail from last night stood right in front of me, vivid and cruel, blocking any chance of me ever looking at Ken the same way again.I turned my head, and there he was.Standing there like nothing had happened, already dressed, composed, already playing the role he had perfected over the years.At my side sat another bouquet of roses, larger than the one from yesterday, brighter, more extravagant, like he was trying harder, compensating for something
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