The grand study was swallowed in shadows, its vast windows closed tight against the chill night air that pressed silently outside. Only the faint glow of a single desk lamp cast a pool of dim light on the sprawling mahogany surface, where the divorce papers lay—a cruel, sterile reminder of the end. Alec’s fingers hovered above them, trembling with a fury he barely dared to acknowledge, before finally curling into fists.
His breath came shallow, ragged. The house, once a fortress filled with whispered promises and the tangled warmth of two souls intertwined, now felt like a mausoleum. Every corner seemed to echo with the ghosts of laughter and love long vanished, replaced by cold regret and the suffocating weight of failure.
He was alone, utterly and completely, with nothing but his pain
