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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 32: ᒪᗩTE ᑎIGᕼT ᑕᗩᒪᒪ

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As Elena made her way back home after a lengthy evening at her parent's place with the Carters, her thoughts kept circling back to Jack's words. They resonated with a truth she had been avoiding acknowledging, but deep down, she knew he was right. Tears streamed down her face as she focused on the road ahead, driving through the city's tunnels.

As she arrived at her house, a weight seemed to drag her down, like gravity had suddenly intensified. She hurriedly scanned her spacious, dimly lit apartment and couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy and dullness that had never caught her attention before. Her tearful eyes roamed the rooms, taking in the unexpectedly lackluster decor that now seemed to stand out prominently. It was almost as if she had gained a new perspective, shifting her focus from her company and family's affairs to the neglected details of her living space.

"How could I possibly call this place home?"

Elena whispered to herself in disbelief, struggling to comprehend how no one had ever questioned her taste in decorating. With a tired sigh, she abandoned the living room and retreated to her bedroom. As she undressed for a soothing shower, she caught her reflection in the mirror and was taken aback by the sight. Her complexion appeared unnaturally pale, her cheeks lacking their usual rosy hue, and her body showing signs of softness from the prolonged period of inactivity during her recovery. A single tear trickled down her cheek as she gazed at her reflection with sorrowful eyes.

All at once, an echo resonated in her ears, and she began to hear her father's words from fifteen years earlier. Elena's expression slowly hardened as her father's words resurfaced in her mind.

"Being a strong woman is swallowing the pain and pretending it's a pleasure. If men are not allowed to cry, then women are even more restricted to display emotions in order to survive." Drawing strength from these ingrained beliefs, she resolved not to let another tear fall. With a determined demeanor, she stepped into the shower, hoping to wash away the tension that had built up within her.

Following a lengthy twenty-minute respite in the shower, Elena swiftly dressed in a tank top and shorts before settling into bed. With her eyes wide open, she contemplated the upcoming weeks leading to her engagement announcement. A tired sigh escaped her lips, reflecting the frustration building within her as she anticipated the demanding tasks awaiting her at work. Her thoughts then drifted to her phone, prompting her to reach out and retrieve it from the bedside table on her left.

"3988 messages!" Elena mumbled under her breath, astonished by the sheer number of unread messages awaiting her attention. And instead of reading the upcoming messages, she scrolled through her contacts list. His name jumped out at her.

"Kelan!" Elena muttered in a mix of surprise and anticipation, feeling a sudden twist in her stomach. Her thoughts drifted back to the last time she had seen him, her fingers subconsciously brushing her lips as she recalled the memory of their kiss that night.

"I wonder if you're up at this time!" "Elena murmured to herself before setting her phone down. Under the covers, her hand wandered slowly, tracing her stomach before moving lower. With a bite to her lip, she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. Her hand slipped beneath her panties, caressing her curves and teasing her clit with a gentle touch. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she slowly slid two fingers inside, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she sought to satisfy herself after a long time