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Assistant: Title: “Between Shadows and Sin”
        Author: Anonymous undefined 
        Chapter: 5/17 
        Summary: It was only one night… yet it left fractures neither of them could mend. Between breathless whispers and silent truths, they said everything without a word. At dawn, she slipped away. And he let her go. Since then, nothing has touched them quite the same.
        Contents: Chapter 5: The Bitter Taste of Morning
    

    


      
        
          
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    The dining room was full. And yet, Benedict felt alone.The table was laden with fresh-baked bread, fig jam, and steaming tea served with the usual care. Violet spoke with tenderness, as if words could keep the cracks in their family from widening. Gregory joked with Hyacinth. Eloise rolled her eyes with a hidden smile.Everything seemed normal.But Benedict couldn't take a bite.His fingers slowly twirled the spoon in his cup, though the tea had long since cooled. His eyes were fixed on his plate, but he saw nothing.Because he was still there,
in that room,
in that bed,
with her.Penelope.
Her tangled hair on the pillow.
Her bare back turned to him.
The way her body trembled—not from pleasure… but from something sadder.
Something he understood too late."Was it your first time?"
"I just wanted to feel desired, even if you were thinking of someone else."She knew.
She said it with a thread of voice. No reproach.
Just the open wound.And he…He had said Sophie.
In the dark. In the heat. In the delirium.
Her name slipped out unbidden, like a ghost that hadn’t left yet.But Penelope also said a name.
Not with her voice, but with her soul.Colin.And that was what broke him.Because they both sought comfort in a shared lie.
In a borrowed desire.
In a caress that didn’t belong to either of them.—It’s from Colin —Violet announced, breaking the stillness—. He wrote from France. He’ll be home soon.Benedict lifted his gaze slowly.
As if gravity itself had become heavier.Violet opened the letter. Her voice trembled slightly, but it was sweet, excited."Dear mother, if all goes well, I’ll be home in a few days. I’ve missed you all more than I thought possible..."Days.Just a few more nights and Colin would return.
He’d return with his confident smile, with his way of looking at Penelope as if she were the only woman worth anything.And then… what would happen?What would Penelope say?Would she confess to him?
Would she tell him what had happened?
Would she tell him she was with his brother?Benedict’s chest tightened.Kate, sitting next to him, gently took his hand beneath the table.—Ben… Are you okay?He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t.
His eyes were fixed on the cup, but all he saw was Penelope, dressed at dawn, avoiding his gaze.
Picking up her clothes with trembling hands.
Fearing that he would stop her… but also wishing he wouldn’t."Don’t follow me."
Those were her last words before she left.
Not a kiss. Not a real goodbye. Not even an honest farewell.Just a silent escape.
As if she’d never been there.And now… everything was falling apart.The taste of regret was bitterer than any tea.
And Benedict, who once thought he understood love,
only now understood the weight of misdirected desire.
The guilt.
The shame.
The fear of having ruined something he didn’t even know how to name in time.What if Penelope did love Colin?
What if, despite everything, he was her home?And he?Who had he loved that night?Sophie.
Penelope.
The idea of not being alone.Maybe… no one.
And that was the worst part.He stood up without a word and walked out into the garden. The cool air didn’t help. Every step took him deeper into the mire of his own silence.And while the others prepared the house for Colin’s return…
he could only think of the names that should never have been spoken.
And what would come next, when their gazes met,
and there would be nowhere left to hide.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          What do they think about Colin’s return? And how Benedict is doubting in the chapter. Penelope will find out about Colin’s return from Eloise, after all, Penelope hasn’t responded to any of Colin’s letters.'
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