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,

looked at him on those late nights, my

name, curled up against his chest, believing

body jolted upright as a sharp, searing

it felt like a weight was pressing

to get

the stairs, shoving open the front door as he stumbled outside, the

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burning skin.

didn’t

like

on instinct, but

of the grand entrance, his

first, then heavier, until it was a downpour.

didn’t move. The icy water seeped into his clothes, his skin, his bones, but the numbness had already settled in long before the

swayed, exhaustion dragging him under.

everything went

the other side of

trickling down my skin

limbs heavy, but as I lifted my gaze,

ahead, towering against the endless blue

at my lips. With one last push,

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