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... k aircraft touched down on the tarmac, a stark contrast to the turbulent storm raging within Ophelia. She disembarked, her movements stiff and mechanical, her face a mask of icy composure. The humiliation of the evening, the shock of Maeve’s revelation, the gnawing uncertainty of the future – it all weighed heavily upon her, a suffocating blanket of dread.
She arrived home to find Edward, as usual, ensconced in his study, a glass of brandy in hand, a smug expression on his face. He looke ...
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