The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting soft shadows over the marble floors. But the warmth of the sun did nothing to ease the cold tension lingering between Emily and Julian.
She had been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night’s argument over and over in her head.
Julian was changing.
No.
He had changed.
And she wasn’t sure if she could follow him down this path.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air as Julian entered the kitchen. He was already dressed in his usual perfectly tailored black suit, his expression unreadable as he poured himself a cup.
Emily leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You didn’t sleep.”
Julian took a sip, barely acknowledging her. “Neither did you.”
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