For the first time, Leo felt that his home ached with emptiness.
Five days without Iris, and the study was already a disaster, with books strewn everywhere and coffee cups crusted over.
He slumped on the couch and stared at the dried-up sticky note.
"Food is in the pot. Heat it up."
He had not touched it.
What was he waiting for?
A phone call? Her voice saying, "I am back"?
Nothing.
Chloe's voice cut through the silence and oozed greed. "Relax, Leo. By the going-Dutch split, she still owes you three hundred fifty thousand. With the divorce, all she is getting is the mortgage and car loans. Nothing else."
Fury simmered in Leo's veins.
It clawed at him, maddening.
He slammed upright, and his voice came out like ice. "Enough."
Chloe froze.
Her eyes glistened, with tears threateni
