Heartbroken, Bryan returned to the Johnson Mansion, his mind swirling with confusion and anger. His heart was shattered, and the more he thought about it, the deeper the wound seemed to cut. Seeing Cloe—Amara—alive and married to his uncle Caesar had rocked his entire world. He had loved her, waited for her, and now, everything felt like a cruel joke.
He walked through the grand halls of the mansion, the weight of his grief pulling him down with every step. His legs moved on autopilot, carrying him toward the one place he always went when the pain became unbearable—Amara’s room.
The door creaked as he pushed it open, stepping inside the room that had remained untouched for five long years. The familiar scent of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, as if she had just stepped out
