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Chapter 29: Unspoken Truths
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2024-12-05 00:01:53Pamela’s Point of View
I step through the villa’s front door, the soft click of the latch louder than usual in the silence of the house. The warm light from the chandelier in the foyer feels too bright, too revealing. I steady myself, drawing in a deep breath before I turn to see Rowan standing by the living room, his arms crossed. His sharp gaze locks onto me immediately.
“Where have you been?” he asks, his voice calm but firm.
I slip off my coat and avoid his eyes, hoping to keep my nerves from showing. “Joana wasn’t feeling well. She had a stomach ache, so I rushed over to check on her.”
He studies me for a moment, his expression
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