Chapter 30 Cold Hearted

• Hailey
• When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty, and the coldness seeped into my bones like a quiet threat. His warmth had cocooned me through the night, but now it was just the absence of him—sharp and undeniable. I sat up slowly, scanning the dark room. He hadn’t turned on the lights or moved the curtains. But I found him. He stood by his watch drawer, slipping on a timepiece before effortlessly adjusting his tie.
• “Where are you going?” I asked softly, my voice tentative, trying not to startle him. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he turned toward me, his gaze a strange, unreadable thing. Kinda cold contrary to how I’d expected it to be.