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When the blade came at her, Julian Longston shielded Clara Hayes without a second thought. His back was wide open—no guard, no hesitation. Because he knew I'd step in, just like I always had. I'd taken a hit from a rioting worker for him. I'd taken the fall for his DUI. Once, to protect his mother's reputation, I was shoved down a flight of stairs by his own relatives and spent two months in the hospital. Every time, I told myself this was the price of love. That one day, he'd see what I'd given up. But all I ever got was a casual: "Evelyn, you grew up tough. A little pain won't kill you. Clara's different. She's fragile. She can't handle scenes like this." He forgot something. I was someone's daughter, too. I was loved once, too. My heart used to be warm, too. Now? It's gone cold. Frozen solid. So I just stood there, watched the knife, drunk with rage and hurt, sink straight into his unprotected back. And I didn't move an inch.