Scarlet's POV
I couldn't sleep last night. The bed felt too big without him beside me, but more than that, the silence was suffocating.
Where was he? What was he doing?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the thoughts. He’s a cheater. He’s a liar. He doesn't deserve my worry. But no matter how many times I told myself that, the worry still crept in. I couldn't stop thinking about him—about why he hadn’t come home, why he hadn’t called.
The next morning, I woke up with the same empty feeling. I glanced around the apartment, but his stuff was still untouched. I knew it. He’s doing this on purpose. He’s making me worry.
I left the apartment, my heart a little heavier. I had to get to work. Maybe being busy would help.
But of course, it didn’t.
When I walked into the office, th
