A Perfect Lie

The house was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that sinks into your bones.

Ethan searched every empty room, calling her name, but only the silence echoed back.

Then he saw it on the kitchen island: a divorce agreement, her elegant signature a final, chilling statement.

He raced to all their special spots-the bookstore, the café, the park where he proposed-but she was nowhere.

Finally, he arrived at the art studio he' d built for her, a sanctuary poured out of his millions, only to find it as desolate as his heart.