Chapter 11

Atlas’s vision cleared, the haze of rage dissipating, leaving behind nothing but a cold, steely resolve.

“Take her to the police.” His voice was devoid of emotion, final.

A sharp gasp filled the air as Ivy struggled to fill her lungs with oxygen, her body wracked with violent coughs. She clutched at her throat, her breath hitching as she stared at him in disbelief, horror mingling with desperation.

“No… you can’t do this to me,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Atlas, you love me!” Her eyes glistened with hysteria. “You promised–you said you’d always protect me!”

Atlas didn’t spare her a second glance.

With a curt wave of his hand, his security team moved in, grabbing Ivy as she thrashed in their hold, her screams echoing through the vast estate.

The moment the door slammed shut, the house was plunged into an eerie stillness.

Atlas inhaled sharply, forcing his racing heart to steady. “Still no sign of Celeste?”

The answer came quickly. “No, sir. There’s been no trace of her.”

His throat tightened. Without another word, he turned and ascended the stairs, his footsteps heavy as he entered our

bedroom.

The bed was untouched, the sheets still faintly carrying my scent. Atlas lowered himself onto the mattress, burying his face into the pillows as if he could will me back into existence.

His fingers brushed against a single long strand of hair left behind on the fabric. Carefully, he picked it up, cradling it against his chest.

A breath trembled from his lips. And for the first time in years, a single tear slid silently down his face.

are

lay on my pillow, staring at the ceiling, the past rushing back

way I had looked at him on those late nights, my gaze hazy

whispered his name, curled up against his chest,

a sharp, searing pain

air, but it felt like a weight was pressing down on him,

had to get out.

shoving open the front door as he stumbled outside,

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burning skin.

didn’t

scent, every lingering memory was like a blade against his already torn apart

on instinct, but the

the steps of the grand entrance, his hands gripping his hair, his eyes vacant.

rain began to fall. Soft at first, then heavier, until it was a downpour.

into his clothes, his skin, his bones, but the numbness had already

body swayed, exhaustion dragging

everything went

side

skin as I

ragged, my limbs heavy, but as I lifted my gaze, my

stood just ahead, towering

smile tugged at my lips. With one last push, I stepped onto the summit.

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