Chapter 2

I didn't move.

He smelled like cedar and expensive leather.

That scent used to calm me down.

Now it just broke my heart.

Even in his sleep, he reached for me.

I wanted to shake him awake.

I wanted a screaming match worthy of our eight years.

But I was just too tired.

Lying right in his arms, this king-size bed never felt so empty.

......

The next day, I called a broker.

Two weeks later, I signed a lease for a loft in Soho.

Damian never noticed a thing.

He even kissed my forehead while I was on the phone with the movers.

His mind was already on his board meeting.

After dinner with Olivia, I went back to our Upper East Side penthouse.

His family bought it for our wedding.

I didn't need to come back today.

I already packed up all my things.

I only left behind the expensive jewelry he gave me.

But I wanted to see it for myself.

Damian could spot a market shift in seconds.

I wanted to see how long it took him to realize his fiancée was gone.

The front door clicked open.

Damian strolled in, casually loosening his cufflinks.

"You're home early."

No panic. No questions.

He never even opened the email.