Phoebe woke up after three hours of sleep.
Habitually, she reached out to feel the space beside her—cold and empty.
Opening her eyes, she turned to the side, and his voice echoed in her mind. Her face instantly paled, and she fought back tears, telling herself not to cry.
Beneath the sheets, she lay bare, curling into a small ball, staring blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. Her memories only went as far as the office—had he carried her here?
She didn't know where she was, but she felt safe. The décor was distinctly Alexander's, and the sheets still carried his scent.
Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his familiar fragrance, then closed her eyes again, a single crystal tear escaping from the corner of her eye.
His cold tone replayed in her mind, stirring a wave of pain in her hea
