The moment the door clicked shut, the living room fell into a silence as heavy as a funeral that had just ended.
Arthur was gone, dragging Bella along by the hand without looking back.
Lucas dropped his amused expression and turned to me, "It's over."
I hummed a quiet "yeah" in response.
Then, a detail surfaced in my mind—a detail that had been buried under all the anger and was only now becoming clear.
It was the look Bella had shot just before she left.
When she was following Arthur toward the door, tears were still clinging to her face.
Her makeup was ruined, with mascara smudged into a dark patch, making her look like a complete mess.
When Arthur bent down to pick up his things, she even knelt down to help, all fake and fawning.
She neatly folded that tie and tucked it into th
