Andrew drove home at a speed that reflected the storm inside him.
He needed to see Amelia.
He needed to explain.
Damn it, he had never meant to hurt her like this.
As he pulled into the long driveway of his mansion, he barely gave a glance at the sleek cars parked neatly at the side. His mind was on one thing only—her.
But the moment he stepped inside, something felt… off.
The air was still, too quiet. Normally, there would be the faint sounds of Oliver’s laughter, the murmur of the nannies, or even Amelia’s soft humming from somewhere in the house.
But tonight, there was nothing.
A hollow feeling settled in his chest as he strode deeper inside. His eyes scanned the living room, the hallway, the kitchen. Everything was in its place. Except for the people who made it
