“You’re really doing this… after everything? After seven years? After cleaning your messes, hiding your sins? You’re cheating. Betraying me. And you stand there like it’s... It's business.”
He didn’t blink. “Don’t make this about you, Savannah.” Without looking me: “Think of the baby.”
And that moment, I knew then... I wasn’t his home.
Just another room he didn’t visit.
Morning came with a quiet I wasn’t used to. Like the apartment was holding its breath, waiting for something to break. Maybe me.
Zeus stood by the door, looking like the man who owned every damn inch of this building—and everyone inside it. He said flatly, “Savannah, you’re moving to the guest room. Zoraya’s staying here.”
I opened my mouth, ready to fight. To scream. To tell him I wasn’t some side piece in his damn life.
But my voice was gone again, swallowed by the weight of all the lies.
So I nodded.
Packed my things slowly. Tried to hold on to whatever scraps of myself I could find.
That guest room wasn’t mine anymore than the master was. It was colder, smaller, darker. And the silence in there felt like a sentence.