But moving forward, even holding her as she slept would become an impossible luxury.
In the dark, he pulled her into a tighter embrace.
A scorching teardrop fell silently, vanishing into her hair without a trace.
That night, there was no passion, no words, only two hearts being forced further apart, agonizing in utter silence.
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When Willa woke up again, Randal was long gone.
They hadn't even had the chance to say a proper goodbye.
She dragged herself out of bed, ate breakfast, and started packing her things. Halfway through, she realized there was just too much stuff.
Willa crouched in front of the closet, staring at the baby items she had pulled out, and suddenly stopped.
Forget it. She wouldn't pack them.
A severed tie shouldn't leave messy threads behind.
If she took them with her, they would just be a constant reminder of him wherever she went.
She slowly put every single item back in its original place, as if returning this relationship completely to the past.
The day before the wedding, Willa received a text from Naomi.
[Willa, I thought about it. Let's do it exactly like you suggested last time.]
Immediately after, a strange address popped up on her screen.
Willa hesitated, debating internally for a long moment before choosing to trust Naomi.
She still refused to believe that a mother could be utterly devoid of a bottom line when it came to her own child.
She got up, changed her clothes, and got ready to head out.
The bodyguard stationed at the door saw her and stepped forward. "Ms. Vance, are you heading out?"
"Yes, I'm just making a quick trip. I'll be back soon," Willa said softly.
The bodyguard looked hesitant. "Mr. Yates gave orders that it's best you stay inside recently."
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