Aurora "Rory" Wynter stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of her luxurious mansion, gazing out at the perfectly manicured lawn. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light over the entire scene. It was a picture-perfect moment, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Behind her, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and polite laughter filled the air. Their annual charity gala was in full swing, and Rory was playing the role of hostess to perfection. Her husband, Julian Saint Clair, was mingling with the guests, charming them with his famous smile and effortless charisma. Rory's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Julian laugh with a young, beautiful woman. She was a model, or an actress, or something. Rory couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that the woman was young, and beautiful, and completely enamored with Julian. A faint sense of unease crept up Rory's spine, but she pushed it aside. She was used to this. She was used to being the perfect trophy
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