ChaiseI sat in that café long after she'd stormed out, staring at the door she'd disappeared through, replaying the way her voice cracked when she said I still believed she'd trapped me.Did I?I turned the coffee cup slowly between my palms, the question gnawing at something deep in my chest. When I first thought about it, months ago, it felt like a fact. Certainty, even but sitting here now, remembering the way her hands had trembled while defending her research on that stage, the way Professor Davison had looked at her like she hung the moon, the way she'd nursed my grandmother back to health with nothing but patience and traditional remedies she'd learned as a child… none of that painted the picture of a calculating woman who'd schemed her way into my bed.I dropped a few bills on the table and left, my mind too crowded to sit still any longer. By the time I reached my car, my phone was already buzzing. It was Ralph."Sir, I hate to bother you, but I think you should see this," h
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