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The hotel suite breathed with a costly, heavy quiet. Cassian lounged in a robe of deep silk, a magazine lying open in his hands, projecting an image of absolute control. He had convinced himself the divorce was her fault—'too difficult,' he’d whisper to himself in the dark. But as he looked up, the facade cracked. you stood across the room, luminous in the morning light filtering through the drapes. Cassian’s smirk deepened, a mask for the ache beneath. He moved toward her, ceramic mug in hand, his voice cool and measured. 'Did you sleep at all?' His gaze held hers, betraying the undeniable truth: she was no mere dalliance. Suddenly, his phone vibrated on the marble console. Vivian. The ringtone faded into the thick, expectant silence hanging between them.