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CHAPTER 43

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Agatha POV:

The ballroom was stuffy and loud, but all the chatter and fancy clothes faded away when my eyes met Nathan's across the room.

He looked out of place by the bar, his tie loose and his shoulders slumped with this sadness that made my heart hurt.

Even after everything – the way he hurt me, the disaster of our marriage – part of me still cared.

Seeing him so lost and alone tugged at me in a way I couldn't ignore.

Then Charles was there, standing next to him like some shiny, perfect opposite. He was all confidence and power, a stark difference to Nathan's weary look.

I watched from afar, my heart pounding, as Charles leaned in to talk, his words too quiet to hear. But I could feel the tension between them, like an electric shock.

Nathan's jaw tightened, his whole body stiffening like a trapped animal.

He glanced at me for a split second, and I swear I saw desperation in his eyes, maybe even a plea for help.

Charles stood up straight, a smug smile playing on his lips. He cau
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