Ashley's POV
The morning sunlight poured through the window, its gentle warmth coaxing me awake. I squinted, the brightness overwhelming at first, and gradually opened my eyes.
It was eerily quiet—too quiet.
I scanned the room and noticed I was alone in the enormous bed. Steven was absent.
Turning my head toward the mirror, I spotted him, standing there, fixing his tie. His movements were meticulous as always, but there was an unmistakable tension in his stance that made me curious if something was amiss.
"Are you going to the office?" I inquired, propping myself up on the bed, still feeling drowsy.
He glanced over his shoulder, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Isn’t it clear?"
"Nothing is clear when it comes to you," I shot back, arching an eyebrow. "Who says you can't sport a
