1 year later.
Selene~
I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed.
Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinners, lingering touches we both pretended meant nothing, and midnight cries I hid in the pillow when no one was watching.
The contract was over and I was free.
So why did I feel like I was about to break my own heart?
I zipped the suitcase shut, the sound of it slicing through the silence like a knife. I grabbed my coat, took one last look at the room that had truly felt like mine, and walked out.
The floors of Dominic’s mansion echoed with my every step as I descended the staircase, half-expectin
