Chapter 266: The Truth behind the Disappearance
Yvette's POV
The night was quiet, but my mind wasn't.
I sat by the large window in my penthouse suite, city lights twinkling below like stars that fell but never reached the earth. My fingers wrapped around the edge of a wine glass, half full, barely touched. The silence was maddening. It's been months since the divorce... since Owen left without a word.
He signed the papers.
He walked away.
No confrontation. No plea. Not even the petty bitterness I expected. Just silence.
And that silence... it's louder than any scream.
"Where the hell are you, Owen?" I whispered under my breath, not expecting an answer—only the echo of my own guilt chasing itself around the room.
He wasn't supposed to do that.
He was supposed to fight me. To throw those papers in my face and call me out for everything. For every cold look, every backhanded comment, every time I made him feel like he didn't belong in my world.
But he didn't.