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Chapter 17 / 20
Chapter 17: The Morning After
Morning arrived quietly.
No chandeliers. No music. No polished glass and rehearsed smiles.
Just sunlight slipping through half-drawn curtains.
The blonde woman sat alone at the edge of her bed, still wearing the same gold dress from the night before. It no longer shimmered the same way. In daylight, it looked… ordinary.
On the nightstand beside her lay the floral pillow.
She had brought it home.
Not because she needed it—
but because she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Her phone buzzed once.
A message.
From him.
We should talk today.
She stared at the screen for a long moment before setting the phone down.
There was no panic this time.
No rushing to fix things.
Just a quiet understanding:
May you like
Whatever happened next would be real.
And real meant she couldn’t hide.
