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Chapter 7: When Reality Hits

Author: Veeaura
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 06:26:25

The morning sun didn’t bring warmth. It only exposed the cold reality of the penthouse.

When Ava opened her eyes, she was tangled in Noah’s sheets, but the space beside her was already cold.

No lingering touch.

No soft conversation.

Noah stood by the glass windows, already dressed in a charcoal suit, speaking quietly into his earpiece. His voice was low, controlled, distant.

Last night felt unreal.

This morning, he was someone else entirely.

He didn’t look back as she got dressed
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