The Sun Sets on Love novel Chapter 2

Jenson's phone rang from the coffee table. Its custom ringtone was loud and unmistakable in the silent living room.

Estella hesitated for a second before walking toward it.

But before she could reach the table, a damp figure barreled past her and shoved her aside. Her shin slammed hard against the sharp edge of the table. The intense pain brought tears to Estella's eyes instantly.

And yet, the man responsible—Jenson—didn't even notice.

He snatched up his phone and disappeared back into the bathroom.

Clenching her jaw, Estella limped to the couch.

She'd barely sat down when she heard his voice from the bathroom. It was low and anxious, even as Jenson tried hard to sound calm.

"Don't be scared. Stay in your room and don't come out. I'm coming right now."

A bitter taste filled Estella's mouth. In their six years together, Jenson had always been composed and rational. Yet tonight, he was frantic over a single phone call.

It was at this moment that Estella realized he wasn't naturally cold—he just didn't love her.

Jenson rushed out of the bathroom, his face tense. He walked past her without stopping, only saying one sentence.

"Something came up at work. Don't wait up."

And just like that, he was gone.

What he failed to notice was that the woman who'd used to hand him his coat and remind him to come home early didn't even lift her head this time.

Estella sat on the couch for a long time.

Only when the pain in her leg dulled did she finally stand and head to the bedroom. There, she started packing.

The mugs she'd bought for them but Jenson had never used, the rings she'd handcrafted but never gotten to give him, the custom wedding ribbon she'd designed, and the vows she'd carefully written—one by one, she tossed them into a trash bag without hesitation.