A GROWING RIFT
Ivy’s POV
The walls of our flat seem like they’re closing in on me. Every moment with Griffin is a balancing act, each exchange a delicate dance I can no longer control. The guy I once knew so well now seems like a stranger cold, aloof, and guarded. His eyes barely meet me, his touch remote, his words short.
I’ve tried to ignore it, tried to tell myself it’s the stress of work or the upcoming merger, but deep down, I know the truth. The gaps between us are widening, and Marissa’s shade gets deeper with every passing day.
Griffin goes into the living room, his tie loosened, his jacket dropped over his arm. His face is stiff, his jaw set in the way it usually is when he’s thinking too hard.
“You’re home late,” I say, trying to seem relaxed, while my heart quickens.
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