Amy’s POV
The morning came with a quiet that felt unnatural. No sound of Kael’s shoes in the hallway, no voice giving orders to the guards. Amy stood at the window, clutching the curtain, watching as men carried Kael’s suitcases to the black car parked outside.
Her heart pounded. “What’s going on?” she asked, stepping into the doorway as Kael fastened his watch.
He didn’t look at her. “I’m moving out.”
“What do you mean, moving out?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“I need space,” he said flatly. “You and I—we’ve done enough damage to each other.”
Amy shook her head, disbelief washing over her. “Kael, please don’t do this. We can fix it. We can talk—”
“There’s nothing to fix.”
“Don’t say that.” Her voice rose. “You’re my husband. You can’t just walk away like this.”
Kael turned tow
