The dining table was set for two.A heavy, dark-mahogany table—the center of a dining room Aria Vance had spent weeks decorating to match Ethan’s precise tastes. She smoothed the corner of the cream-colored linen tablecloth, adjusting a crystal wine glass by a fraction of an inch. A three-course meal sat warming in the kitchen, carefully prepared to celebrate three years of marriage.Three years.Aria caught her reflection in the dark bay window. Plain black dress, minimal makeup, hair pulled back into a sensible knot. Safe. Unobtrusive. The perfect, quiet housewife.The front door clicked open.Heavy, hurried footsteps echoed down the tiled hallway. Ethan Vance threw his tailored suit jacket onto the sofa, not bothering to glance toward the dining room. He didn't look tired; he looked restless, wired with an edgy, triumphant energy."You're late," Aria said softly, stepping out into the foyer. "Happy anniversary, Ethan."Ethan stopped, turning to look at her. His eyes swept over her
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