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The living room of Eiser Grayon's mansion was drenched in the dying light of a golden sun, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows blazed with the last embers of twilight. On the leather couch, Eiser sat motionless, a crystal glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, the amber liquid swirling as he turned it slowly. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing the taut veins and hard muscle of his forearms. The silence between you stretched, thick as smoke, for a month now since you returned to this place. You stood at the threshold, heart hammering against your ribs, watching the man who once was your husband—the cold CEO, the iron-fisted ruler of shadows. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's be…