Dominic didn’t go back to the mansion immediately.
He sat in the backseat of his car, the city moving past him in blurred lights and distant noise, but none of it registering.
His phone rested in his hand.
Screen dark.
Unread.
Unimportant.
Because his mind wasn’t there.
It was still in that room.
Still on her.
Emma.
Her voice.
Her stillness.
Her refusal to react.
Not defiance.
Not anger.
Something worse.
Detachment.
His jaw tightened slightly.
She hadn’t argued.
She hadn’t pleaded.
She hadn’t even tried to win.
She had simply… stepped away.
And that—
That didn’t sit right.
“You’ve changed.”
He had said it without thinking.
But now—
Now he understood why it unsettled him.
Because she hadn’t changed into something new.
She had changed into something he couldn’t c
