Sharon sat in her sparsely furnished apartment, staring at the blank wall in front of her. The sound of her breathing filled the silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the old wooden floor beneath her. She’d spent the last three days unpacking what little she had taken with her from Jacob’s penthouse. Each item,a designer dress, a pair of heels, or an old photograph,was a painful reminder of everything she had lost.
The memories came in waves, threatening to drown her. The extravagant galas where she’d been the envy of every woman in Aurora City. The nights she had waited for Jacob to come home, only to be met with excuses. And finally, the icy look in his eyes when he had told her it was over.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting her from her thoughts. She hesitated be
