The night was not a time for sleep; it was a time for ghosts. I had spent the last eight hours sitting on the edge of the bed, the silence of the penthouse pressing against my eardrums until they hummed. Every time I closed my eyes, the sound of Elias’s voice from the office echoed in the back of my mind—“She must never know.”The debt was a lie. My father’s bankruptcy was a stage set. I wasn't a wife; I was a secret. I was a target being hidden behind a wall of arrogance and control.By the time the sky began to bleed into a bruised, pre-dawn purple, I had stopped shaking. My fear had been replaced by a cold, hard clarity that felt like swallowing ice. I didn’t wash my face or attempt to compose myself. I didn't care how I looked. I just needed him to look at me and tell me the truth, or tell me the lie that would finally force me to break his world apart.I walked to the office. This time, I didn't creep. I didn't hide in the shadows. I walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of someon
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