Never again
⸻ Scene: Leo’s Penthouse – Study He was still on the phone when I pushed the door open. Not hard. Just enough for him to look up and freeze. His eyes met mine instantly, and I saw it—the flicker of guilt, of alarm, of everything he’d tried so hard to bury from me. But Leo Saint Laurent didn’t rattle easily. He ended the call. Quiet. Calm. Collected. “Vieve,” he said, and it landed like broken glass in my chest. I stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind me. “You weren’t going to tell me?” My voice came out low, even, too quiet for how I felt inside. He didn’t answer right away. He stood by the desk, fingers pressed together like he was choosing his words carefully. “Genevieve, I didn’t want you to carry that weight.” “Whose weight?” I asked, shaking my head. “Mine? Yours? Or
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