The silence in that grand house felt far more suffocating than the explosions at the Jakarta harbor months ago. Serena woke with a hollow ache gnawing at her chest. Usually, the aroma of coffee and Haris’s laughter as he joked with Clarisa in the dining room served as her natural alarm. But this morning, there was only a cold, empty quiet.Haris truly hadn’t come home. A brief message from Marcus informed her that Haris had chosen to stay at his office apartment “to cool off.” Serena stared at her reflection in the mirror—her eyes swollen, her face pale. On the vanity table, the investment documents from Julian Pratama lay coiled like a snake ready to strike.“Ma’am, you have a guest downstairs,” the house assistant’s voice startled her.“Who? Haris?” Serena asked, hope slipping into her tone.“No, Ma’am. Mr. Julian Pratama.”Serena frowned. It was too early for business matters. But curiosity—and perhaps the desire to distract herself from her guilt toward Haris—pushed her to go down
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