Emily gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared at the familiar villa through the windshield.
The evening light cast long shadows across the property, but the place looked unchanged—just as she remembered it. Yet, the memories that swirled around her were anything but comforting.
She hadn’t even realized where she was driving until the car stopped. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, her thoughts a tangled mess of anger, worry, and something far more dangerous—an unspoken ache.
“This is insane,” she whispered to herself, her voice unsteady.
After the divorce, she had sold the villa without a second thought, desperate to leave everything about that life behind. And yet, Nicholas had bought it back. That alone had unsettled her when she first heard about it—though she’d chosen to ignore it then.
Now, here she was, sitting before the same place, unable to bring herself to move.