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Elena's POV
Weekends used to mean silence. A silence so heavy it would seep into the walls and press down on me until I could barely breathe. Back then, Justin would bury himself in work, in phone calls, in endless files, anything but conversation. I'd fill the hours with mindless distractions, cooking for one, cleaning just to hear something break the stillness.
But now…
Now the weekend meant something else.
I woke that morning to sunlight spilling across the bed in soft, golden patches, the sound of Justin moving somewhere in the suite. No meetings, no rushing out the door. Just us.
I stretched under the sheets, smiling to myself. The air felt different lately. Lighter. Or maybe it was me. Maybe it was because for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like a guest in my own Finally accepting this marriage was for the better.
