Then said, “They’re coming at ten.”
He looked at her across the candlelight, and for the first time since the inheritance, the warmth he had been performing disappeared.
That night, he kissed her forehead, said he was tired, and went to bed early.
Natalya lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling fan, wondering if she had already seen enough. But a test only matters if you let it run to completion.
So she stayed silent.
The next morning, she woke to quiet.
No shower. No coffee. No footsteps downstairs.
She sat up slowly, expecting to hear Bryce in the kitchen pretending to cope.
Instead, she went downstairs and found the house half-empty.
His closet was cleared.
The safe drawer in the study stood open.
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