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Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

Shania's POV

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without the gnawing anxiety in my chest, without the suffocating weight of fear pressing down on me. Stefan’s words from the night before lingered in my mind—gentle, patient, and full of understanding. I had let myself open up, let myself trust him in a way I hadn’t trusted anyone in years. It wasn’t easy, but it felt right. And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to believe that maybe I deserved happiness. Maybe I could let love in.

I turned over in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, and found Stefan still asleep beside me. His features were relaxed, his breathing even, and for a moment, I just watched him. There was something so peaceful about the way he slept, as if he carried no burdens, no ghosts, no shadows of the past. It was easy to forget how much he had done to make me feel safe, to make me feel
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