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Elena felt a flutter in her chest—a mix of guilt and a strange, thrilling recognition. In the dim light, Julian wasn't just Mark’s friend anymore. He was someone who saw her, not as a wife or a hostess, but as Elena.

As the hours ticked by, the awkwardness of being alone with a "stranger" began to melt away. They talked about Mark, of course, but the conversation soon shifted to their own lives—their shared love for old jazz, the frustrations of their respective careers, and the quiet dreams they rarely spoke of. Julian was an easy listener, leaning in when she spoke, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest that Elena hadn't realized she’d been missing. Elena felt a flutter in her chest—a mix

The front door creaked open, and the heavy tread of Mark’s boots echoed in the foyer. The spell broke instantly. Elena stood up, her heart racing as she called out a greeting. Mark entered, shaking off his wet coat, oblivious to the quiet electricity that still hung in the air between his wife and his best friend. As the hours ticked by, the awkwardness of

Around 10:00 PM, the power flickered and then died, plunging the house into darkness. Elena gasped, but Julian’s calm voice immediately grounded her. "Stay put. I saw some candles in the hallway earlier." The front door creaked open, and the heavy