ALEX.
Life was slowly becoming a torment without Ella by my side.
The mansion felt empty, and too quiet, and even my office, the one she rarely visits, no longer felt comfortable the way it used to.
Everywhere I turned, there was always something reminding me of her—A cup she used, a file she once arranged for me in my study.
The scent of her favorite perfume that still lingered faintly inside my car.
It was driving me insane.
And the worst part?
I was slowly realizing how much Ella actually did for me. She practically handled everything—my schedules, my meals, my clothes and even the smallest things I never bothered paying attention to before.
Now that she was gone, every single absence screamed loudly at me.
I rubbed my forehead tiredly as I sat down on the couch.
Ella truly loved me.
No one could convince me otherwise.
A woman wouldn't dedicate so much of herself to someone she didn't love deeply.
Which meant—she couldn't possibly leave me completely…right?
