Just as Zach stepped out of the hospital, his phone rang. It was his assistant."Mr. Hayden, I checked the surveillance footage. Three days ago, Madam appeared outside your study. She didn't go in—just stood there for a moment and left.""Three days ago?"A thought struck him like a cold blade. Without another word, he sprinted to his car, slammed the door shut, and pressed the accelerator to the floor.He called me repeatedly as he drove, but my phone was turned off. His messages remained unread. That had never happened before.No matter how late he came home, no matter how early he left, I was always there—waiting for him, sending him off. In three years, we had hardly ever fought. Even when I felt hurt, I swallowed my feelings without a word.And now, I was gone.When he pushed open the door to our house, the silence struck him first—a hollow, unfamiliar emptiness.The wedding photo on the wall had disappeared. Every trace of my presence had been wiped away, as if I had neve
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