Layla's POV Since Jaden slammed the door and left, the silence has been unbearable—sharp, punishing, almost alive. Every creak of the walls, every distant car outside feels like it’s mocking me. I haven’t closed my eyes since last night. Sleep is a stranger now. My body is drained, but my mind refuses to rest. It keeps replaying his face—the fury, the pain, the way his voice cracked when he shouted, “At least she was there!”That wound sits in me like a blade I can’t pull out.Damian hasn’t said much either. He’s been pacing the living room like a ghost, his jaw tight, his shoulders hunched forward as if carrying a weight no one can see. Every now and then, he runs his hand over his hair, muttering curses under his breath, his voice hoarse. I’ve tried calling Jaden a dozen times. Each time, it goes straight to voicemail. No ringing, no chance to hear his voice—even if it was just to tell me not to bother. I leave messages anyway, my words spilling out shaky and desperate.“Jaden, it
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