The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 373

Third Person's POV

Early the next morning, Paisley woke him up by the sofa.

Cassian opened his eyes, looking exhausted, his brow furrowed in a deep knot. "Paisley, I thought I said—"

"Alpha Cassian, Alaina was worried about you. She sent me here to look after things," Paisley explained quickly.

Cassian went silent for a moment before getting up and heading into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he walked out in a fresh shirt.

Paisley intercepted him at the dining room door. "Alpha Cassian, breakfast is ready. Alaina's orders: I have to see you finish it before you head to work."

Cassian paused, hesitated for a second, then turned and walked into the dining room.

He sat alone at the table, his eyes instinctively darting to the seat across from him.

That was where Trista always sat. Now, there was nothing but cold air.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped his spoon, before finally slumping back in defeat.

He stared at the steaming bowl of oatmeal, zero appetite left in him.

A memory crashed into his mind: coming home early from work once to find Trista busy in the kitchen. She'd been wearing oversized loungewear, clumsily flipping a spatula while humming a little tune to herself.

When a drop of oil splattered onto her hand, she'd just casually rinsed it under cold water and turned back to give him that radiant, effortless smile...

Cassian leaned back into his chair as if all the strength had left his body. The spoon clattered onto the table and rolled off, shattering on the floor.

The sharp sound of breaking ceramic jerked him back to reality.

He looked down at a stain on his white shirt, then got up and went back to the room without a word.

While searching the walk-in closet for cufflinks, he suddenly remembered a pair of diamond ones Trista had given him for their second anniversary.

He pushed aside his standard pairs and began frantically digging through his collection of high-end accessories.

After ten minutes of finding nothing, he called Paisley in.

Paisley stood at the door, looking uneasy. "Alpha Cassian... since the severance, only you and Trista have been allowed in this room. She handled everything in the master suite herself. I really don't know where they are. Maybe... maybe you should call and ask her?"

Cassian hesitated, but he dialed the number anyway.

When that familiar voice came through the line, he didn't even realize how much his tone softened. "I remember you gave me a pair of cufflinks for our second anniversary. Do you remember which drawer they're in?"

On the other end, Trista's voice was as cold as a midnight wind in L.A. "I never gave you anything."

Before Cassian could get a word out, the line went dead.

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