Solo stood outside Dominic’s apartment, the keys he had given her feeling heavy in her hand. The morning sun fought through the clouds, casting a pale light over the city. She paused, her heart pounding. She had spent three years in that apartment, but now, it felt foreign, devoid of shape and familiarity.
Her time here was over. The place wasn’t hers anymore. It never was.
She sighed.
With a steady breath, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She walked through the apartment, her eyes scanning every room. Memories flooded her mind with each step and object she saw.
The familiar scent of Dominic’s cologne lingered in the air. Once comforting, the faint scent now wrapped around her as if dragging her into the past.
She closed her eyes, letting herself remember—the quiet moments shared when they would sit in silence after dining together, the evenings when he would work late into the night, his sharp voice cutting through the stillness with quick phone commands.
He had always been distant, even when she had tried to bridge the gap to reach him. His cold demeanor was a rebottle, rejecting any sibilance of warmth. Drawing a distinct line between them to ensure she knew her place.
But today, she wasn’t here for memories. She was here to erase herself. Even so, she couldn’t stop the snippets flooding her mind.
“I’m not asking for anything, Dominic,” Solo had said one night as they sat on opposite sides of the couch. She had been trying to reach him, to connect, but as usual, he was miles away.
Dominic’s gaze had remained fixed on the documents in his hands, not even sparing her a glance. “Good. There’s nothing to ask for.”
The coldness of his words had stung, but she didn’t flinch. She had learned to mask her pain well.
“I just thought—” she had begun, but he cut her off.
“There’s nothing to think about, Solo. You know what this is.” He had looked at her then, his dark eyes indifferent. “We have an arrangement. That’s all.”
She shook her head, dragging her thoughts to the present. Her hand trembled as it hovered over the jewelry box on the dresser. She opened it, staring at the contents—expensive meaningless trinkets, diamonds, emeralds, and rubies Dominic had given her over the years—pricey, cold tokens of what had never been love. She removed each piece and placed them into a bag.
One by one, she stripped the apartment of everything that bore her touch—the clothes he had bought her, the decorations she had added to make the sterile space feel like a home. It had never really been home, though, not for her. It had always been Dominic’s world, which she had never belonged in.
By the time she was done, the apartment was as cold and minimalist as it had been the day she moved in. Every trace of her was gone.
With the last of her things packed, Solo took a deep breath and walked out, leaving the key on the kitchen counter. She didn’t look back.
Dominic entered the apartment later that evening, his mind preoccupied with work. The day had been long, and he hadn’t thought about Solo since their previous conversation. She had taken the news well, surprisingly well, and that had made it easier for him to push it aside.
But something felt off as soon as he stepped inside. The apartment was...different—sterile. The warmth he had never acknowledged before was gone. The scent of fresh flowers, which Solo had always insisted on, was absent. Everything seemed cold, hollow, and lifeless.
Dominic furrowed his brow as he entered the living room. His gaze roamed the room. The walls were stripped bare, and the shelves emptied. He made his way to the bedroom, his heart racing. He opened the closet.
Nothing.
Her clothes were all gone.
The jewelry box—empty.
He checked the bathroom, the guest room, and the hallway closet. There was nothing left of her. Every piece of her life that had once occupied this space was gone. His frown deepened, and for the first time, a gnawing sense of unease settled in his chest.
What did she do? Did she have a reset button? She hadn’t just taken her things but erased herself from his life.
His jaw tightened as he reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found her name. He pressed the call button, listening to the dial tone. One ring. Two. Three. Then, the automated message.
The number dialed is no longer in service.
He dragged the phone from his ear, glaring at the screen in disbelief. It was as if it was his first time seeing such a device. His mind reeled from this unexpected turn of events. He scratched his head. No longer in service? Impossible. He dialed again, but the result was the same—a cold, empty message.
“Has she changed her number?” he asked in confusion, pacing through what was now an empty apartment—only the original furnishings remained. “What the hell is she thinking?”
Dominic felt a pang of emotion he’d never allowed himself to experience as an adult. He felt it now—panic. Sure, he had expected her to take a few things when he ended it. But this? This was different. This was...final.
He walked into the kitchen, staring at the counter where she had left the key. It sat there, cold and metallic, a reminder of how easily she had walked away.
And for a brief moment, a memory flashed through his mind—Solo, sitting in the corner of the apartment, reading a book by the window. Her presence had been constant and steady, even if he had never acknowledged it.
But now, she was gone.
Dominic stood in the middle of the empty apartment, the silence pressing around him. It made him realize how much of himself he had kept hidden from her—and how much she had given, only to disappear without a trace.
Though he knew the outcome, he couldn’t hold back and redialed her number. It didn’t work. The number dialed is no longer in service.
The apartment felt like an empty shell, stripped of all warmth, leaving a cold, hollow ache that settled deep within him as he stood there.
He had lost her.
Solo sat in the sterile office, her hands resting at her side. The hum of the ultrasound machine filled the room, the rhythmic beeping of her heartbeat blending with the two tiny lives growing inside her.She stared at the screen, watching the outlines of her twins swimming around like two little coffee beans—a bittersweet smile playing at the corners of her mouth.“You’re carrying two healthy babies.” The doctor's voice was kind but clinical. “Everything looks good.”Solo nodded, her mind wandering. Healthy babies. That was all that mattered. She’d decided not to tell Dominic weeks ago when she first discovered her pregnancy and had wondered how she could break their deal.Dominic must never know about her children. He had made it clear that Sapphire was all he needed. There was no place for Solo or the children in his life, not to mention his cold and distant family. In her opinion, the Hale family was not fit to raise a pet, let alone a child.Their outlook on life was pretty despi
Solo sat across from Charles Bellamy, her mentor, the man who had helped launch her career in the jewelry design business years ago. They were engulfed in the buzz of the upscale café, filled with the soft clinks of glasses, cups, dishes, and murmured conversations. Solo’s mind, however, was focused on the opportunity Charles presented.“The event is two weeks away,” he said, tapping the side of his coffee cup. “You’ll be presenting under your new name—Solaire—I expect it to make quite the impact.”She nodded, trying to suppress the wave of anxiety that washed over her. It had been so long since she had immersed herself in the jewelry world. Now, she was returning with a new identity, more at stake than before. Her career had to take off—not just for herself, but for her children’s future.She closed her eyes, steadying her nerves, then snapped and opened them. “I’m ready,” she said, though the words felt heavier than anticipated.Charles smiled, his eyes filled with pride. “Good. I h
Solo sat at her workbench, surrounded by the soft melodies from her radio as she worked in her small studio. Her studio was a hall closet under the stairs of the old converted two-story house she was staying in. The stairs led to the upstairs apartment. The sketches and unfinished jewelry pieces Solo had scattered before her were more than designs—they were symbols of the future she was crafting. Charles, her mentor, told her the upcoming event was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to re-establish herself in the jewelry world under her new identity, ‘Solaire.’ She ran her fingers over a bracelet she was working on. Her mind focused on the intricate details, and she became excited and anxious about the event as the time drew near. It wasn’t just about her career—it was about proving to herself she could build a life without relying on Dominic or the world she had left behind. Toward the end of their relationship, she had noticed that she had become too comfortable with having things
Solo sat at her workbench, the rhythmic sound of the radio in the background and her tools echoing in the small workspace. The afternoon's soft light streamed through the window, illuminating the delicate jewelry pieces scattered on the dining table behind her.She had been working nonstop on her designs for the upcoming event. Each piece reflected her determination to reclaim her life and career under her new identity, Solaire.Solaire’s creations differed from Solo’s original style. Early designs whispered elegance and were understated yet powerful in their simplicity, capturing the essence of balance and restraint.Her creations have taken on a new energy—bold, daring, and full of life. It's as if each piece tells a story of rediscovery. The past's refined lines have given way to striking contrasts and vibrant textures.Though Solaire’s designs were more daring, they still carried the quiet strength of her beginnings but now reflected a sense of freedom, like an artist unafraid to
Solo’s fingers worked over the delicate necklace she was crafting, the tiny gemstones catching the light as she set them into place. The design was intricate, one of her finest yet, and almost complete. She sat back, admiring the piece as quiet satisfaction settled over her.The jewelry event was just around the corner, and her preparations were almost done. Each design she created for the event felt like a step toward reclaiming herself and building a new life for her and her child. Yet, as much as she tried to focus on her work, the weight of her secret pressed on her.Her mentor, Charles, had been the most significant support during this time, helping her navigate the world of high-end jewelry under her new identity. But even he didn’t know the whole truth—about the pregnancy and the life she had left behind.The sound of a knock at the door pulled Solo from her thoughts, and she stood to greet Charles, who entered the studio with a bright smile.“How’s it going, Solaire?” he asked
Sensing the strain between Dominic and Sapphire, his mother surprised them with a weekend away at a luxury resort, explaining it would be an opportunity for them to reconnect. Fraught with guilt about his emotions and recent behavior, Dominic accepted.The resort was picture-perfect, the kind of place where everything was designed to invoke peace and relaxation.Sapphire smiled as they stepped out of the car, the cool ocean breeze brushing against her face. She followed Dominic, strolling to the railing of the Cliff Hotel, overlooking the ocean as the waves rolled in, the sun casting a golden glow over the horizon. Beside him, Sapphire leaned on the railing contented.“This is perfect, isn’t it?” she said, glancing up at him.Dominic nodded. His acknowledgment was mechanical.Nothing about this trip felt perfect. The disconnect between him and Sapphire grew like an invisible wall separating them. No matter how beautiful the surroundings, he couldn’t shake the blankness that settled in
The city lights flickered past as Dominic drove through familiar streets, his mind miles away from the road before him. The failed romantic getaway with Sapphire was still fresh in his mind, but it wasn’t the coldness between them that lingered—it was Solo. His thoughts of her were becoming more frequent, pressing against the edges of his consciousness, making him question everything.How had he been so blind and stupid?When he arrived home, he grabbed his phone and called Jake, the investigator he had hired to track down Solo. He was overcome with a sense of urgency, a need to know where she was and what had happened to her after she had left."Jake, any updates?" Dominic asked, his voice tight with impatience.“Yeah, I’ve been following a few leads,” Jake replied. “There’s something we might want to check out—a woman named ‘Solar’ living in another state. It’s a bit of a long shot, but the name caught my attention. It could be nothing, but it’s similar to Solo. I’m thinking she mig
Inside his apartment was quiet—too quiet—while the city streets buzzed beneath Dominic’s window. The night after the jewelry event felt heavy as everything unsaid between him and Solo was suffocating him. He hadn’t seen her, but the absence of closure ate at him.He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She had served him a killer blow. The memories were creeping in faster, pushing aside his thoughts of Sapphire. Sapphire, who had once been everything, now felt like a hollow shell of a dream he’d outgrown.The sound of his phone vibrating broke the silence. Jake.“Anything?” Dominic asked, more hopeful than he wanted to admit.Jake’s voice was measured, and Dominic recognized the tone as cautious optimism. “I’ve just got off the plane. I’m on my way to where this Solar woman works. It could be something or nothing. We’ll know once I check it out.”Dominic’s pulse quickened. The name—so close to Solo. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but this was the closest they’d come to anything rese