The morning after the emotional explosion in the study, the atmosphere within the Royal Oasis penthouse had shifted. The air no longer felt like a battlefield of wills it felt heavy, thick, and charged with a new, dangerous kind of electricity.

Anya woke up alone in the master suite. The massive bed felt cold without Reyansh, but his scent that intoxicating blend of dark amber and cedar still lingered on the red silk pillows. She sat up, her heart feeling strangely light. The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind: his tears, his confession, the shredded documents, and the shattering of the walls he had spent twenty years building.