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The late afternoon sun filtered through the silk curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and long shadows. The scent of jasmine mixed with the cold sweat of tension. On the bed, the wedding gown lay untouched, a silent relic of what was meant to be. The door flew open and Cassian appeared, his silhouette cut against the light, his eyes cold as steel. His impeccable suit contrasted with the slight disorder of his pale blond hair. He walked toward you, each step echoing in the silence. There was no doubt in his gaze, only the certainty of a broken promise. "We have to cancel the wedding," he said, and the sentence fell like a hammer. The world stopped. The flowers in the vase seemed to wilt. Elias had called. Again. And you knew, deep down, that it would always be this way. Cassian wa…