The car arrived in less than thirty minutes.
Of course it did.
Lena barely had time to process what she’d just done before the sound of an engine idling outside her building pulled her back into reality.
Fast.
Efficient.
Just like him.
She stood in the middle of her apartment, a small suitcase open on the bed, half-filled with clothes she suddenly felt didn’t belong anywhere near Ethan Vale’s world.
Simple jeans.
Faded tops.
Nothing that screamed fiancée of a billionaire.
Her grip tightened on a dress before tossing it into the suitcase anyway.
It doesn’t matter.
This wasn’t real.
None of it was.
A knock came at the door.
Sharp. Precise. Not hesitant.
Lena froze for a second before walking over and pulling it open.
A man in a black suit stood there, posture straight, expre
