"I'm going to marry Vivienne."Elise froze in her chair.The pencil that had been dancing at her fingertips stopped.She looked up. Staring at Callum Voss—her husband—who stood flatly in the doorway of her workroom.Callum's white shirt was already loosened two buttons from the top, his hair, so neat that morning, now slightly disheveled."I won't say it again," Callum added. "And I don't need your permission."Callum's face was flat. It showed no remorse or hesitation. He hadn't come to argue, only to inform.Elise turned her chair fully to face him.Three seconds.Long enough for anyone untrained to start crying and fill the silence with unnecessary words. But two years of living under the same roof as Callum Voss had taught Elise one thing. This man never misread silence. He knew when someone was quiet because they were shattered, and when someone was quiet because they were choosing to be.Elise chose."Fine," Elise said, calm and controlled.There was a small movement in Callum's
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