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AUTHOR’S POV
The soft hum of the television filled the living room, but no one was really listening anymore.
The words had already done their damage, slicing through the fragile peace like a blade.
“Jewelers heiress Sloane Lanstov has announced an indefinite break from the public eye. Details of her sudden departure remain undisclosed, but sources confirm she is embarking on a personal retreat. More updates to follow.”
The news anchor’s voice was steady, indifferent—completely detached from the storm it had just unleashed in this small, dimly lit room.
Damon clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
A sharp, stinging heat burned in his chest, but he didn’t move. His breathing was even, controlled, but inside, he felt himself cracking.
He knew exactly why
