Lucian's POV
It had been a week.
Seven long silent days, silent torturous days since Rhoda last looked me in the eyes, since she last said my name with any emotion that wasn't in coldness.
She'd turned into a ghost in the same house we both lived in, drifting past me like I didn't exist.
Her smile had vanished. Her voice, once my daily melody, had become a haunting absence.
She moved out of our bedroom. I woke up seven days ago in the night, and the next morning, when I took Raymond out shopping, I came back to see her part of the wardrobe empty.
All her clothes were gone, and so were all her belongings. When I asked the maid about her, I was told she requested that her things be moved to another room
I found this weird and called her but she didn't pick up. Since that day, I have
