Just like the city lights... Hermelyn never slept.
From the glass walls of the penthouse, Hermelyn could see the skyline stretching endlessly, buildings stitched together by neon veins, traffic crawling like restless ants beneath the night sky.
Three months had passed since her wedding. Three months since Aldrich Kim last stepped into the home that was supposed to be theirs.
And still, she waited.
The grand piano near the window had gathered a thin layer of dust. The dining table that once hosted their wedding celebration remained untouched, its polished surface reflecting nothing but silence. The master bedroom, far too large for one person .. felt colder each night.
Hermelyn stood barefoot against the floor, clutching her phone like it was the only thing anchoring her to hope.
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