The air between them was heavy, charged with the kind of tension that had been building for days. Amelia stood across the room from Harrison, her arms crossed, her jaw clenched. Their argument erupted unexpectedly, sparked by another one of his decisions that he hadn’t consulted her on. It was a familiar pattern—Harrison’s need for control, Amelia’s demand for transparency—and tonight, it had finally boiled over.
"You said you would trust me, Harrison!" Amelia’s voice trembled with frustration as she paced the length of the living room, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor. "You promised me no more secrets, no more lies. But here we are again, with you making decisions behind my back!"
Harrison’s dark eyes followed her every movement, his own frustration barely masked by the st
