Elena's POV
I didn't say much after Tessa left.
Neither did Callum.
We just stood there… in that quiet space between what could've been and what would never be.
Eventually, I turned away and walked back to the guest room.
The door clicked shut behind me.
And I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
I wasn't angry.
Not at him.
Just… tired.
Tired of getting caught in the wrong moments.
Wrong people.
Wrong timing.
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I remembered the message the agent sent the night before.
The folder.
The documents.
The sharp truth tucked into every forged page.
Invoices.
Bank transfers.
My name—used like it belonged to someone else.
Someone had been impersonating me.
Making decisions.
Moving money.
Sealing deals.
All while wearing my face on paper.
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My pulse was steady, but my breath wasn't.
They weren't just watching me.
They were becoming me.
Clarissa.
Derick.
Sophia.
Mariah.
One of them—or all of them—had taken it too far.
