Hi everyone, I'm sorry about this. I have published all of my stockpile, and I have been busy this few days.
This chapter is AI generated. I will be updating the real one soon.
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stood by the window of his study, his hand resting on the cool glass. The garden below was bathed in pale moonlight, silent and still, in sharp contrast to the chaos in his mind. He couldn't stop replaying the scene with Anna.
The slap still lingered—not on his cheek, but somewhere deeper. He could hear her voice, raw and trembling, filled with grief and fury.
"I hate you so much it hurts."
He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He'd been hated before—by many. It came with the life he lived, the decisions he chose, the power he held. But this felt different. Her hatred wasn't just anger; it was personal.
And yet, he couldn't blame her.
