Edward's POV
I had always believed that silence was something you could command, that if you held your breath long enough, everyone else would eventually fall quiet to hear what you weren’t saying.
But lately, her silence didn’t feel like surrender it felt like judgment.
Alice didn’t ignore me the way most people do when they’re angry; she didn’t shout, didn’t cry, didn’t lash out like someone begging for the version of love they never received.
No, she simply withdrew.
She moved through rooms I used to rule like a woman who had discovered the floor beneath her no longer belonged to any man who claimed it by birthright.
She didn’t need to slam doors or raise her voice to hurt me.
She just didn’t look back.
And that, somehow, destroyed me more than any insult ever could have.
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