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The sauna's heat was suffocating, but the tension between them was absolute. Matteo, shirtless with his towel hanging low on his hips, stared out at the snow-covered mountains as if the freezing air outside could extinguish the fire in his blood. The woman entered without warning, her perfume—the very scent of her betrayal—filling the small space before the door clicked shut. She sat on the opposing bench, the wood groaning under her weight. 'How long have you been in here?' she asked. 'Long enough to remember why we're here,' he replied, his gaze never wavering from the horizon, his jaw locked in a hard line. She let out a sharp, cutting laugh. 'You're acting like this is entirely my fault.' 'I didn't say that. But you always love to get ahead of the accusation.' 'And you love playin…