Chapter 279: Make it right
Remo Quinn walked through the front door of his sprawling mansion, the silence hitting him like a physical force. The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that Abby had always brought. Her laughter, her presence, the way she filled every room with warmth—it was all gone, leaving an echo of emptiness in its wake.
He tossed his keys onto the marble table by the entrance, the clinking sound reverberating through the empty hallways. Remo sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. The weight of his loneliness was heavy on his shoulders. He had never realized how much he depended on Abby’s presence until she was no longer there.
He walked into the living room, his eyes drawn to the couch where they had spent countless evenings together. The memories flooded back—Abby curled up with a book, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched movies, the late-night conversations that had made him feel more connected to her than anyone else in his life.
Remo sank into the couch, the emptiness beside him almost tangible. He reached for the remote and turned on the television, hoping for some distraction, but the noise only seemed to amplify his solitude. He turned it off with a frustrated sigh, leaning back and closing his eyes.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself. The doubts and regrets gnawed at him relentlessly. He had pushed Abby away, thinking it was the right thing to do, but now he was left with nothing but an empty house and a hollow heart.
He stood up abruptly, unable to sit still. He paced the room, his mind racing. He had never been able to let Bella go. But in holding onto the past, he had failed to see the present, the incredible woman right in front of him.
He had loved Izzy deeply, and losing her had left a wound that he had thought would never heal. But Abby—Abby had brought light back into his life. She had mended his broken heart in ways he hadn’t even realized until she was gone.
"I’m sorry, Izzy," he whispered. "But I need to move on. I need to be with Abby."
Remo walked up the stairs to their bedroom, the place where Abby’s absence was most keenly felt. He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of her things, still scattered around the room. Her scent lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.