Simon searched every inch of the estate, but we were completely gone.
He sent his team out to track me down, only for them to come back empty-handed.
Then came the panic.
It finally hit him. He'd misjudged me, he was wrong, and there was zero doubt left in his mind: I was done with him for good.
Now that he was desperate to fix things, he didn't even have the chance.
Blocked texts. Rejected calls. Every single one.
Simon hadn't slept in days.
He lay on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, trying to catch a hint of my scent on the sheets. Nothing. Not a trace.
In the house we'd shared for years, he couldn't find a single thing that belonged to me or Erika.
I hadn't kept a single gift he'd ever given me—everything went straight into the trash.
The wooden swing he built for Eri
