But what she read made her stomach drop because it was quiet. Calm. Too calm for a woman five months pregnant. It was the quiet of someone finally breaking down in silence.
The last line was a knife straight to the bone:
“I hope she was worth it for everything you’re about to lose.”
Before she could process it, she noticed something else. Madison had left her wedding ring on the floor, near the bedroom door.
A suffocating fear enveloped him completely. Because if Madison had left so permanently, then she knew everything. And if she knew everything, someone had shown her.
Someone who wanted to see him destroyed. Someone who was already moving against him.
When Logan finished reading the note, the apartment seemed to transform. The space that had once felt warm, filled with soft blankets, unfinished sketches, and the scent of lavender, now resembled a perfectly curated museum. Too perfect. Too empty. Too final.
She walked across the room, her footsteps echoing with an unfamiliar emptiness. Madison’s favorite cup, the white one with a small dent she refused to throw away, wasn’t on the table.