CHAPTER ONE: THE LAST GOODBYE
Amara Cole had always believed that silence had a sound. That night, it screamed.
The apartment was still — no laughter, no footsteps, just the slow ticking of the vintage wall clock she'd hung with pride during better days. She stood in the doorway of their bedroom, clutching a silk gift bag in one hand and a half-finished bottle of wine in the other. Jason wasn’t home yet. He was never home early these days.
She walked toward the dresser to place the gift she'd bought him — custom cufflinks engraved with “Forever.” That’s when she saw it.
A red lipstick-stained wine glass.
And a matching strand of long blonde hair curled on his side of the bed.
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Amara froze. Her heart didn’t race, it thudded — slow, painful, certain. She didn’t scream. She didn’t weep. She simply stood there, every thread of trust unraveling in a silence more deafening than betrayal itself.
Jason walked in ten minutes later, smelling of cologne she hadn’t bought him. His shirt was untucked, and his smile faded when he saw the gift bag still untouched on the dresser.
“Amara—” he started.
“Don’t,” she said quietly, her voice stronger than she expected. “Just... don’t.”
There were no dramatic confrontations that night. No broken glass, no shouting match. Instead, there was packing. Calm, silent, decisive packing.
By midnight, she was gone.
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