Damien walked through the grand entrance of the Smith mansion, his footsteps heavy with the weight of what he was about to face. His mind raced, replaying every moment, every decision that had led him here. The mansion, usually a place of comfort and familiarity, now felt foreign—cold even. The large marble floors, the high ceilings, the portraits of his ancestors—they all seemed to judge him.He made his way through the grand hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached the family room, he saw his father, Mr. Harold Smith, sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace. His stern expression didn’t change when he noticed Damien enter.“Damien,” his father said, his voice sharp and laced with disapproval. “Where have you been? What in the world possessed you to abandon your wedding, your responsibilities, and your family?”Before Damien could respond, Mr. Harold stood up, his face red with anger. His hand shot out in a swift motion, striking Damien across the cheek with a h
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