Chapter Eleven
(Nia’s POV)
“What?”
Adrian’s voice came out low behind me.
I didn’t answer.
There was nothing left to explain. Nothing I could say that would make him understand why I was done.
I turned away from him and walked to the closet.
For a second, I stood there looking at the rows of clothes that filled one side. Most of them had been bought because Heather thought a Blackwood wife should look a certain way. Dresses chosen for dinners I hadn’t wanted to attend. Shoes meant for galas where Adrian barely spoke to me.
None of it felt like mine.
I pulled a single suitcase from the back of the closet and laid it across the bed.
Then I started packing.
A few shirts. Jeans. Pajamas. The cardigan I’d bought for myself during my first winter back in the Caldwell family. My laptop
