A natural miscarriage didn’t require hospitalization, so she checked herself out alone.
After leaving the hospital, she returned to the villa.
She had always lived in Rockwell’s villa, under his name. ‘It’s time to pack up and go.’
She headed into the bathroom first and began clearing out everything she had bought for him—his toothbrush cup, razor, their matching towels…
Then she walked into the bedroom, picked up the photo of the two of them that had always sat on the bedside table, and tossed it straight into the trash.
There were a lot of her in that villa. She spent the whole day packing.
She stayed one last night in the villa. The next morning, she continued.
After about a day and a half, she had cleaned out everything—inside and out.
What could be shipped, she arranged to be airlifted to Greece. What couldn’t, she threw away.
But just as she stepped out to toss out another load, she saw Rockwell walking up.
His brows furrowed when he saw what she was carrying. “Why are you suddenly throwing out so much stuff?”