Hailey's POV
I moved out before he came back home, when the mansion was still holding its breath.
I didn't want witnesses, not staff, not security, not even him. I packed with the kind of efficiency that came from years of being taught not to hesitate.
Clothes folded, shoes wrapped, jewelry left behind except for what I wore. I avoided his side of the closet like it was wired to explode.
The penthouse smelled like him in the mornings, familiar in a way that crawled under my skin. I hated that my body noticed it even as my mind rejected everything he'd done.
I told myself it was temporary.
That was a lie.
The car ride to the hotel felt longer than it should have. Singapore slid past the tinted windows in clean lines and controlled chaos, a city that thrived on precisi
