Caroline's POV
We walked into the house. Cerene went straight to the master bedroom area.
She stopped when she saw her things moved to the living room. Her dresses, bags, and other items were neatly placed on the couch and side tables.
I held in my laugh. I kept my face straight and watched her reaction.
Cerene’s eyes widened. She turned to Peter, her lip starting to tremble. “Peter… my things. They are not in the bedroom anymore. Why are they out here?” Her voice got higher. She sat down on the couch near her belongings and started crying softly. “I feel so unwanted. After everything today… this is too much.”
Peter looked at the pile of things, then at me. His face changed. “Caro,” he said loudly, voice sharp. “What is this? You are still doing this childish game? You clearly know Ce
