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~Eva’s POV
“My husband means nothing to me,” I said, sharper than I intended.
He searched my face. “Then why does he still have a shadow in this room?” he asked softly.
I turned away, walking a few steps toward the window, the city stretching endlessly below. “You knew what this was,” I said. “You knew who I was when you chose to be here.”
“And I still chose you,” he replied, coming to stand behind me, not touching this time. “But I will not burn my life down for someone who might walk away tomorrow.”
I exhaled slowly, my reflection staring back at me through the glass. Controlled. Composed. Untouched.
He hesitated for a moment, and then he asked it, quietly but boldly, as if he had already played the question over in his head many times.
“What if I asked you to leave him?” he s
