Chapter 75 I sat on the couch with my legs tucked under me, staring at the half-empty cup of tea in my hands. Jasmine had gone to work, so the apartment felt too quiet. My eyes were still swollen from crying yesterday at the hospital, and I hadn’t been able to eat anything since morning. I didn’t expect to hear a knock on the door. When I opened it, Damien stood there with a small plastic bag in his hand. He looked a little awkward, like he wasn’t sure if he should have come. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Jasmine called me. She said you might need someone to talk to.” I stepped aside and let him in. He placed the bag on the table — it had food inside, probably from the restaurant near the hospital. “Thanks,” I muttered as I sat back down. Damien took the seat across from me. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. He just looked at me with that calm, steady expression he always had. “I heard about the wedding,” he finally said. “I’m sorry, Lila.” I let out a shaky breath and nodde
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