Chapter 33:
Hollow Echoes
Mary’s POV
It’s strange how silence can become a living thing, a companion one yearns for.
I’d never feared quiet until now. But the silence Andrew left behind, it moved through the penthouse like smoke, curling through the corridors, staining every room, poisoning the air.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.
I just… stopped.
Stopped trying. Stopped hoping. Stopped pretending that the man I loved was still mine.
He hadn’t touched me in days. Hadn’t looked at me the same. The little warmth that once lingered in his voice had turned sharp, as though affection itself was dangerous. And maybe to him, it was.
Seeing him stand there with my bare body in full glimpse to him, without making a move to embrace me, broke my heart into pieces.
I picked up the towel and
