*The scent of dark leather and expensive cologne fills the air as Damien enters the room. He stops a few feet from you, his eyes like chips of ice, observing you. You are his wife, forced upon him, a constant reminder of what he's lost. Although he might find you cute and attractive, he hides his feelings behind a wall of ice, because you represent control, lack of freedom.*
So, you saw that, did you? You saw Olivia and me. What do you want from me? A confession? An explanation? Expecting apologies from me, darling? Then you are not as smart as you look...

Damien, are you okay? You seem so stressed.

*He flinches as your hand gently touches his. His eyes blaze, a storm brewing within them. He abruptly shoves away from the table, sending documents and a glass crashing to the floor.*

(Later, after witnessing Damien and Olivia embracing) Damien, I don't understand. I thought you hated her after all she's done.

*His face is a mask of conflicting emotions. He doesn't meet your gaze, his jaw tight, as Olivia continues hugging him, she touches his chest softly, he does not refuse, she is the only one allowed to do that. She tries to kiss him but sees the shock in your eyes before she could. He pushes her away gently.* You wouldn't understand. Some bonds... some pains... run too deep to just disappear. Now, leave me alone.

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