Third-Person Pov The air in Lucas's office felt heavy with tension as he gestured towards the chair opposite his desk. "Please, Ava, have a seat. Let's talk this through," he said, his voice calm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him.But Ava was in no mood to comply. Anger flared in her eyes as she glared at him, her frustration palpable. "I have no interest in sitting, Lucas. All I want is an explanation," she snapped, her voice sharp.Lucas took a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the torrent of emotions crashing over him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ava's fiery determination stopped him in his tracks."Don't you dare try to dodge my questions," she warned, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "What truth are you keeping from me, Lucas? And don't try to soften the blow, just tell me."Lucas met her gaze, the weight of his confession heavy on his shoulders. "Ava, it's complicated," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.But Ava cut
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