New York City never really slowed down, even when the night felt heavy. The lights stayed bright across the tall buildings, glowing like the city was pretending everything was fine. But high above all that noise and movement sat the Kingsley penthouse—quiet in a way that felt uncomfortable. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace. The kind that left you alone with thoughts you couldn't escape.Inside, Amelia Hart Kingsley stood in the kitchen, staring at a plate of food she had prepared hours ago. The meal was cold now, untouched. She hadn't moved it yet.She had done this before. Cook. Wait. Listen for footsteps. Hope for a moment that never came.Three years of marriage had taught her something she never expected to learn so young: it was possible to live beside someone and still feel completely alone.She rested her fingers on the edge of the counter, steadying herself. Deep down, she was tired. Not the kind of tiredness sleep could fix. The kind that built slowly when hope kept g
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