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When he returned home, the illusion of control shattered completely. On the coffee table were the printed photos from Hawaii, neatly arranged in a fan. Clara sat calmly on the couch, flipping through them like old vacation memories.
“Hello,” she replied, eyes on the pictures. “How’s the new equipment in Miami?”
The sarcasm stung. He dropped the act. “Clara, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”
Her words hit harder than any scream. The man who had built his life on power and control suddenly had neither.
“And by the way,” Clara added coldly, “Sophia knows. She doesn’t want to see you right now. Maybe in time — but not today.”