"He... doesn't recognize me anymore."
By the time I hung up, it was dark.
I drifted home like a ghost. Back to the house that had been so warm two years ago. Our home.
Back then, Caspar had proposed with everything he had. He'd lit up the Harbor City skyline with fireworks that blazed for three straight nights. People still talked about it as one of the greatest love stories the city had ever seen.
This villa, over five thousand square feet of luxury, he'd personally overseen every detail of the renovation for an entire year before it was finished.
Every corner was exactly the way I liked it.
But soon, none of it would be mine.
I was heading upstairs to start packing when voices drifted from the first-floor bathroom. A man and a woman.
Caspar's voice, deliberately low, strained to the point of breaking:
"Ebony, I already did everything you told me to do. What more do you want?"
I moved closer without thinking.
Through the crack in the door, I saw Caspar pinning Ebony against the wall.
"I already agreed to do what you wanted. I faked being sick for two years so you could get your thrill from sneaking around. Why won't you leave her alone?"