Brandon’s POV
I slammed the front door behind me harder than I meant to, the sound cracking through the marble hallway like a gunshot. For a brief, petty second, I hoped it would scare someone into silence.
Oh boy It didn’t.
The house that once felt like a trophy now echoed like a punishment chamber. A place I now avoided after work hours. I missed finding hot meals and running water, but now? I had to cook, clean and wash because my girl, Amelia was pregnant.
Aria would have done those things. I thought.
She never gave excuses, even after she had her first miscarriage.
Every step I took inside it reminded me of how much money I’d sunk into things that didn’t matter....unpolished floors no one respected, glass tables constantly smudged with fingerprints, walls too white, too clean, t
