POV: ElenaThe crystal chandelier above the dining table cast soft shadows across the mahogany surface. I sat perfectly still, my hands folded in my lap, fingers pressed together to stop them from shaking.Between us sat a three-tier chocolate truffle cake. A single silver candle flickered in the center, the flame dancing weakly against the gold numbers on top. Three. Three years of marriage. Three years of pretending I was enough.Alexander didn't look at the cake. He didn't look at me either.He stood by the window, back facing me, one hand in his pocket. The rain outside streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights below. He smelled like expensive tobacco and the cold night air. His suit was black, perfectly pressed, not a single wrinkle despite his twelve-hour flight from Europe.Without turning around, he reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a black leather folder, and slid it across the table.It stopped right next to the candle."Sign it," he said. His voice was flat.
Last Updated : 2026-07-14
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