Chapter 1102

Jude didn't answer. He couldn't. Because part of him wasn't sure she was wrong.

The next morning dawned strangely quiet. The air was thick, humid, clinging to their skin as Jude and Emma moved cautiously through the early fog that coiled like breath over the ground. Sophie stirred just behind them, eyes sharp despite the restless sleep none of them truly got. The others, Rose, Layla, Zoey, Lucy, Natalie, Stella, Grace, and Susan, were already up, already moving, already whispering among themselves as they disappeared into the trees.

They didn't say where they were going. They didn't need to.

Jude looked back at the fading silhouettes of his wives slipping between the trees, their bodies relaxed, playful, beautiful, but wrong. Unified. Flowing in eerie, silent choreography. That perfect synchronized seduction.

"She's going to take someone else today," Emma said.

"There's no one left," Sophie replied, her voice tense.