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The words landed in my chest like something permanent. Not a stone or a blade or any of the things that had been landing there for months. Something warmer. Something that took root."You're scaring me," I whispered against his shirt. "When you beat him like that, when you wouldn't stop, I thought you were going to kill him.""I wanted to." The honesty in his voice was so raw it made me shiver. "I wanted to kill him for what he tried to do to you, and I would have if you hadn't stopped me.""Don't say that.""It's the truth." Kyle pulled back just enough to look at my face, his good hand cupping my cheek, his thumb wiping tears from my skin with a tenderness that contradicted everything brutal about the last two hours. "I'm not a good man, Lara. I've told you that from the beginning. But I am a man who will bleed for you. Every time. Without hesitation.""You need to stop bleeding for me." I pressed my hand against his bandaged palm, feeling the warmth of his wound through the gauze.

"Impossible." His smile was small and warm and gone before I could memorize it. "I always look incredible. Even with eighteen stitches."I dressed quickly in clean jeans and a simple blouse, pulled my hair into a neat ponytail, and drank the coffee Kyle left for me in a mug that was still warm. The normalcy of the routine felt strange, like putting on familiar clothes after wearing a costume for too long. Shower, dress, coffee, go downstairs and tell two police officers about the time your ex boyfriend broke into your home with a knife.Normal.The officers were sitting in the living room when I came downstairs. A man and a woman, both in plain clothes, notebooks open, recorders ready. The living room looked different this morning because Kyle had already arranged for the broken furniture to be removed overnight. New lamps replaced the shattered ones. The bookshelf had been restocked. The only evidence of yesterday's violence was the faint pink shadow in the marble grout that no amoun

The argument continued for thirty minutes. Voices rose and fell, alliances shifted, the same points were made and remade in different words.Sarah's allies pushed for immediate removal. My supporters argued that punishing a man for defending his family was morally and legally indefensible.I sat through all of it in silence, watching the room divide, calculating margins, counting votes. The math was close. Too close for comfort, but not close enough for Marcus to win outright.They were ridiculous. Every person in this room knew that Sarah was orchestrating this attack from outside the building, using Marcus as her weapon the same way she used Maxton.They knew the violence was not my fault. They knew the instability was manufactured by people who had been trying to remove me for years.But they were also scared. Scared of the headlines, scared of the investors, scared of a world where public perception mattered more than truth and the truth was losing the marketing war.I had my own

I walked through the penthouse like a ghost haunting a mansion that belonged to someone else, cooking meals he did not eat, watching television shows I could not follow, and wondering when exactly I started caring more about Kyle Morrison’s emotional distance than about the threats still lingering outside our walls.Was I falling for him? The question circled my brain like a bird that could not find a branch to land on. I knew the answer. Had known it since the night he sat beside my bed for two hours watching me breathe, since the shower, since the morning he smiled at me over coffee like I was the only good thing in his entire calculated, controlled, desperately lonely world.I was in love with my contract husband. And my contract husband was avoiding me because I asked for a divorce, which apparently hurt him more than eighteen stitches without anesthesia.On the third morning, I came downstairs to find something that was not coffee waiting for me on the counter.A legal envelope.

I moved through the penthouse like a woman haunting her own life, cooking meals for a man who was never home to eat them, watching television I could not follow, lying awake in a bed that felt too large for one person and wondering when exactly I started needing Kyle Morrison beside me to fall asleep.Was I falling for him? The question followed me into the shower and out again, into the kitchen and through the living room, into bed at midnight where I lay staring at the ceiling and listening for footsteps that never came.I knew the answer. Had known it since the shower, since the night he sat beside my bed for two hours, since the morning he smiled at me over coffee like the sun rising over a landscape that had been dark for fifteen years.I was in love with my contract husband. And my contract husband was hiding from me because I tried to set him free and he would rather lose his company than lose me.Two days of silence passed. Two days of empty rooms and cold coffee and the growi