Late that night, when York dragged his heavy body back to the bedroom, Claudia was already asleep.
He forced himself to stand by the bed, staring at the sleeping face on the pillow, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. He had been in so much pain he nearly passed out, yet she could sleep so soundly. Her heart had grown so cold.
York was numb with pain. He lay down on his side next to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her over the blanket.
It was him. He was the one who had unknowingly extinguished Claudia’s passion for him. He was the one who had personally destroyed her love. He deserved this.
The temperature in the island villa was low at night. York’s body instinctively moved closer to Claudia, his arms wrapping tighter and tighter around her, but he didn’t pull the blanket over himself.
Claudia was disgusted that his heart had once fluttered for another woman. Disgusted that he had emotionally cheated on her during their marriage. She found him tainted, which was why she refused to eat the food he made and recoiled from his touch.
In the pitch-black room, only a faint sliver of moonlight pierced through the gap in the curtains.
Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the medicine, or simply Claudia's presence beside him. After being plagued by insomnia for so long, York finally fell asleep.
In the morning, York woke to find the space beside him empty. Claudia was gone.
A wave of panic washed over him. He quickly got out of bed and searched the bedroom, the bathroom, then downstairs, and finally outside.
Claudia had said she wanted to have two children with him, a son and a daughter. She said he would be in charge of making money, and she would take care of their home. She said she couldn't sleep without him and forbade him from spending the night away. She reminded him to reply to her messages and answer her calls, no matter how busy he was with work. She said he had to give her flowers on holidays—bright red roses.
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Whenever he didn't answer, she would bite him and pester him until he did. If she pushed him too far, he would pin her down again, until they were both exhausted and finally quiet.
Back then, Claudia was like a newly bloomed red rose, fiery and passionate, able to ignite him with no effort at all.

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