When a King Falls
The silence in Ever's house was deafening. Allesandro stood frozen in place, his chest rising and falling with the weight of everything she had just said.
She had chosen Nathaniel. She had chosen to chase happiness. She had chosen a life without him.
The walls of the home he once thought he could reclaim felt foreign now, suffocating. His eyes flickered to the small, personal touches scattered around—the framed photos of the twins, the delicate vase of fresh flowers, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. It was a home filled with warmth, love… everything he had lost.
A bitter laugh threatened to escape him, but he swallowed it down. He refused to break in front of her again. If she had made her decision, then he would leave with whatever dignity he had left.
Ever stood by the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself as if bracing for the impact of his final words. But he had none left to give.
