Chapter 63

Viktor

Night had fallen when I reached the place. Stepping out of the car, I looked at the building with a hollow feeling in my chest. The lights were off. Yet I stayed in place, feeling like an outsider.

After years of avoiding it, I'd returned to the place I'd left years ago.

My old penthouse. The home that unused to be ours before I ruined everything.

It didn't matter how many times I'd come here, it still felt foreign yet painfully familiar and no matter my state I remained standing in this same spot in the entrance, focused on the room windows above that belonged to that room.

Six years ago, she had been thrown out in the same place. Had she looked back at the window?

The pang of regret never failed to sting. Shutting my eyes, I finally moved forward.

Whatever sounds I gave the security at the reception could barely be called a greeting, but it was enough as I slipped into the elevator. The silence throughout reinforced the memories floating in my mind. The good and bad, all o