Damian’s POV
The silence after she had left was very unbelievable, the apartment was too quiet without her.
For weeks, I had grown used to the rhythm of Camilla’s presence—her careful footsteps in the kitchen, the quiet hum of her voice when she worked late into the night, even the creak of the bedroom door when she woke up for midnight snacks.
It had been chaos outside, yes—paparazzi, board politics, my father’s unrelenting disapproval—but inside these walls, there had been a strange kind of peace.
Now there was nothing.
The moment I came home after she left for Milan, I knew I’d made a mistake. Her absence was like gravity pulling at every corner of the apartment, every room screaming with the echo of where she’d been. The sofa still smelled of her perfume, the floral one she preten
