Lucia’s POV Calm down, Lucia.I repeated the words in my head, forcing myself to breathe as I weighed a million ways I could react without completely losing my mind. Swallowing the thick knot of humiliation rising in my throat, I withdrew my arm and forced a smile, keeping my expression as steady as I could. “I made dinner, Harry. You can’t just refuse to eat. Let's eat and talk this out.” My voice was even, though my heart pounded violently against my ribs. Harry’s expression remained unreadable, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. Then, with a chilling calmness, he said, “What I want is for you to pack your things and leave this house.” The air in my lungs vanished. My entire body went rigid. “W-what?” The tremor in my voice betrayed me, the tears I had been desperately holding back now burning at the edges of my vision. Harry didn’t falter. His gaze remained cold, detached, completely void of the man I had once known. “You heard me, Lucia. Your stay in this house
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