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... ead condo, I woke up alone—Elena had slipped out at 4 a.m. to beat Mark’s alarm. The sheets still carried her scent, a mix of her perfume and the faint trace of sweat from hours of teasing restraint. I lay there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle.
No rush today. No frantic texts. Just deliberate steps forward.
I made coffee in the sleek kitchen—fresh beans I’d ground myself the day before—then opened my laptop on the island. The balance in my hidd ...
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