C90 Chapter 90

Bastian’s pov

The penthouse was empty without her.

It wasn’t just the silence, though that was oppressive enough. It was the absence of her warmth, her scent, her presence. Her laugh no longer echoed against the high ceilings, her soft hums as she cooked in the kitchen were gone, and the once-cozy haven of our home now felt like a hollow shell.

I stood in our bedroom