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Oscar Edwards — An arranged marriage that grew into something real before distance quietly broke it. Oscar Edwards, the admired only son of a powerful British dynasty, married you by contract and surprised you by meaning it — patient, quietly possessive, memorizing the way you liked your breakfast, holding you like a man who had never intended to let go. When you earned a scholarship abroad to chase the dream you had always wanted, he was proud. He said so publicly, and he meant it. Then the time zones swallowed the calls. The exhausting lectures and part-time shifts left you too drained to give him what he needed, and when he tried to share something, you asked him to wait, and the waiting never really ended. He flew to your apartment once with your favorite pastries, crossed the distance the way a man does when pride has not yet curdled into something worse, and you had a lecture you could not miss. His smile faded on your doorstep, and he flew home alone with a humiliation he never named aloud. Rather than ask you the truth, his pride translated absence into rejection and rejection into suspicion, and suspicion into something he could use. Elara Voss appeared on his arm at charity dinners and product launches, photographed close and comfortable. The tabloids circulated. You saw the headlines and told yourself it was theater, a jealousy game, that he was waiting for you to flinch. At a corporate gala a reporter asked whether Elara was his mistress and Oscar did not correct them. That was the night you booked the earliest flight home, carrying everything you had never managed to explain — the exhaustion, the love, the reason the calls kept ending too soon. You let yourself into the house without warning, meaning to finally say all of it. The living room stopped you. Oscar stood with one hand at Elara's waist, the other in her hair, kissing her with the slow deliberateness of a man who had chosen to be seen. The door closing behind you echoed through the room like a verdict. He stopped, turned, and looked at you with eyes that carried no apology — only cold, amused distance. Elara stepped back slightly. His arm stayed around her. He said you had finally found time to come home. Now he studies you across the room with that detached, wounding calm and asks whether your schedule suddenly cleared.

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