Chapter 3

The day after I left, Vincent finally noticed things had changed at home.

When he woke up in the morning, there was no warm water or breakfast waiting for him.

In the closet, his clothes weren't neatly ironed anymore. His ties were tossed on the couch, and he couldn't even find a matching pair of socks.

On the dining table, there was no more hot soup or side dishes.

The whole villa was eerily quiet, so empty it made his skin crawl.

He sat on the couch, staring at the divorce papers on the table, his brow furrowed. For some…