My eyes drifted to the bed, where the pair of teddy bears sat side by side. One in a suit, the other in a wedding dress.
Was this house their honeymoon villa?
A wave of nausea rolled through me and I turned away. Grabbing my belongings, I moved into one of the guest rooms. The master bedroom no longer felt like mine—or maybe it had never been mine to begin with.
I sat on the edge of the guest bed, staring at the blank wall. The question I couldn't shake lingered in my mind: Had I been a fool to ever trust him?
The next morning, Cayden arrived. He stood at the entrance of the villa, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame. He hadn't changed much from six years ago—still as handsome as ever. But there was something new about him, an air of maturity and control that hadn't been there before. His presence now felt heavier, more commanding.
I caught sight of him through the window before he stepped inside. He paused at the doorway, his hand lingering on the polished brass handle for just a second longer than necessary. For a man who had always carried himself with such confidence, that brief hesitation felt... off.