The morning sky was blanketed with gray clouds, mirroring the heavy gloom that weighed down Julian’s heart. His car came to a slow stop in front of the luxurious house that no longer felt like home. He opened the door quietly and walked in, each step echoing with fatigue as he made his way down the hallway into the living room.
There she was.
Selena sat at the end of the sofa, wrapped in a thin blanket, her face soaked with tears. Her sobs were soft but sharp—like needles piercing into Julian’s chest. He stood frozen for a moment before taking a deep breath and approaching her.
“Selena…”
She didn’t reply. She turned her face away, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, but her gaze was piercing when she finally looked at him.
“You’re back? After humiliating me in public like that
