Tatiana did not feel like a wife. Not even close. She felt like someone who had just stepped into a room she could no longer exit the same way she entered. The contract still sat heavy in her mind, even though it had already been signed and taken away. Ink on paper had never felt so permanent, so suffocating, so… final. Lucien Leng stood by the window again, as if he preferred distance over closeness even after getting what he wanted. The city behind him glowed like a living thing—endless, indifferent, unreachable. Tatiana stood near the center of the room, her arms folded tightly around herself. Kathy and Sean were gone again. Taken to another part of the building. Safe, Lucien had said. Protected. But the word protected no longer felt comforting coming from him. It felt like ownership. Tatiana swallowed. “This doesn’t feel like protection,” she said quietly. Lucien didn’t turn. “It is.” “That’s not an answer,” she pressed. A pause. Then he finally
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