C87 Chapter 87

Ryan sat in the massive living room, the silence of the house almost suffocating.

His fingers absentmindedly trailed along the arm of the sofa as he stared at the empty walls, void of any warmth or personality.

Bella had cleared everything. All the paintings, the photos, and any semblance of the life he once shared with Iris.

But Bella was his wife now or so she told him