Victoria’s POV
Something was off with Jordan.
I felt it before he even said a word.
He was so quiet that morning, moving around the room like some stranger. No jokes, no small talk, not even the usual kiss on my forehead. Just silence and the sound of his shoes on the marble floor.
He poured his coffee, checked his watch, and barely looked at me.
I leaned against the counter, watching him. “You’re really not gonna say good morning?”
He blinked, like I’d pulled him out of a deep thought. “Good morning,” he said finally, voice flat. Then he went back to checking his phone.
That was it.
No smile. No warmth. Just a cold, distracted tone that made my stomach twist.
I tried to play it cool. “Rough night?” I asked, pretending to fix my hair.
“Not really,” he said. “Just thinking about w
