CHAPTER 94.

Sabrina’s POV.

The digital clock on the nightstand blinked: 1:12 AM.

Beside me, the bed was empty. The sheets on Cole’s side were cool to the touch, undisturbed.

I had been staring at the ceiling for an hour, listening to the silence of the house. It was a heavy, suffocating silence—the kind that press down on your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Usually, this villa felt like a sanctuary. It was the home Cole built for us, a fortress against the world. But lately, with Elise sleeping down the hall, it felt less like a fortress and more like a stage where a tragedy was slowly unfolding.

My throat felt dry, scratched raw by the arguments I had swallowed over dinner. I needed water.

I slid out of bed, my bare feet making no sound on the plush rug. I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it tight around me, tying the sash with a knot that was perhaps a little too aggressive. I checked the baby monitor on the dresser one last time. Asher was sleeping soundly, a soft, rhythmic lump under his