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TWENTY THREE

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I was settled in the couch with my laptop when I hear the front door open, followed  by the unmistakable click of heels on the marble floor.

My wife, though the term feels hollow, has returned from her latest high-profile case.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable interaction. Our marriage has always been one of convenience, a fact we both accepted from the beginning.

Olivia appears in the doorway, impeccably dressed as always. "Taehyung," she greets me with a hug and I return it back wrapping my arms around her shoulder.

"Welcome back." I responded, my tone is polite but distant. "How was the case?"

She waves a hand dismissively. "Settled out of court. Nothing too exciting." Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at me. "You seem different. Is everything okay?"

"Nothing of note. I'm just exhausted Because of long hours of shift. " I shrugged.

Olivia doesn't press further. Our relationship has never been built on emotional intimacy. Instead, she changes the subject. "Is Miguel home? He mentioned wanting to introduce me to his girlfriend."

At the mention of Vesta, I feel a twinge in my chest. "He's in his room, I believe." I replied, keeping my voice neutral.

As if on cue, Miguel appears in the hallway. "Mom! You're back. " He hugs Olivia.

Olivia returns the hug briefly before stepping back. "Miguel, darling. How are you? I missed you so much. "

" I missed you too , Mom " he pulled away giving her a huge smile.

"So, how's work been treating you, Miguel?" Olivia asks, her tone carrying that mix of genuine interest and subtle pressure that's so characteristic of her.

Miguel shrugs, slouching into the plush sofa. "It's going well. We just landed with a big client last week."

"That's wonderful, darling," Olivia says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "You know, I always said you had a knack for business."

There's a moment of silence, and I can almost feel the shift in the air as Olivia turns her attention back to Miguel. Her eyes narrow slightly, that look she gets when she's about to broach a topic she considers important.

"So, Miguel," she begins, and I see him tense slightly. "You were telling me before about that girlfriend of yours."

And just like that, the casual atmosphere evaporates. I watch as Miguel straightens up, his easy demeanor replaced by something more guarded. The conversation about Vesta is about to begin, and I find myself holding my breath, unsure of what Miguel will say – and how I'll react to hearing about the woman who's been occupying my thoughts far more than she should.