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Chapter 21: Whirlwind Of Whispers

Author: Evy-cutie
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I didn’t expect the house to miss my presence.

Not after the rumors. Not after Shawn’s public denial. But they did.

I knew it the moment I stepped out of the mansion. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was the kind of absence that would disrupt silence.

I left just my resignation letter, gifts and items given to me, and a folded note.

“Tell Diane I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. And thank you.”

That was it. No speech. No door slam. Just quiet footsteps down the long driveway.

I didn’t even take the black dress he liked or the scarf Diane had picked out for me in Thailand. I left those things behind because they didn’t belong to the vesion of me who wanted to server all ties with the Wolfe's.

By the next morning, my name was mentioned in silent whispers.

“She's always on time for breakfast,” Mateo muttered as he diced onions alone.

One of the housekeepers peeked into the guest quarters and found it completely empty . Dana found my resignation.I was totally devastated.

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