(Kaelen’s POV)Clinging to a sliver of hope, Kaelen returned to their estate.The home they had shared for seven years.As he pushed open the door, the faint, comforting scent of Elara—sage and sea salt—still lingered in the air.“Elara?” he shouted, rushing into the bedroom, praying he would see her familiar figure.No one.In the closet, her favorite lace dress was still there. Kaelen remembered how she blushed the first time she wore it on a date with him.All the jewelry he’d given her was still there, too, including a pink gemstone bracelet she wore every single day. It was sitting on her vanity.For a dizzying moment, Kaelen felt like she would walk out of a room any second, ready to leap into his arms as always.But when he burst into her precious studio, his heart turned to ice.It was empty.Her perfuming tools, the essential oils she had spent countless nights distilling, and the single, worn photograph of her mother… it was all gone.She hadn’t taken a single thing that belo
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