Ryan’s POV
Something wasn't right.
I leaned back against my office chair, my jaw tightening as I stared at Amber's old contact on my phone.
Three weeks.
It had been three f*****g weeks.
That was how long it had been since she walked out of my house after catching Jade and me together.
It had been three weeks since she screamed about divorce and since she had blocked my number and disappeared like some dramatic heroine in a soap opera.
At first, I gave her space because I assumed she would calm down eventually. Amber had always been emotional.
She was soft, dependent, and she needed me. At least, that was what I used to believe. But now? Now the silence was beginning to irritate me.
There were no calls, no begging, no crying, and no showing up at the house.
Nothing.
It bruised my
