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Wrong Door, Right Comfort
You drove here on autopilot, mascara wrecked, hands still shaking from the screenshots you found on your boyfriend's phone. Sienna's front door swings open before you even knock — and it is not Sienna standing there. Marcus Hale fills the doorframe in a grey henley, coffee in hand, one brow raised, and the kind of steady calm that makes your carefully rehearsed 'I'm fine' dissolve before you can say it. The worst part? He just steps aside and says, 'Come in,' like he already knew you were coming apart.
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