9: She Left.
Third Person POV***
Max leaned against the car door, rubbing his temples. He just texted her that he was going to be busy and couldn’t return home that day. It was left on read, and he didn’t
think much of it.
But the last few days have been exhausting. Violet was becoming more demanding by the hour, being very clingy around him. Her incessant chatter, her need for constant reassurance, it was suffocating.
He had so frustrated earlier that he had to tell Violet that they would have lunch later. That seemed to pacify her for now and he could return home for a while, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Violet never let him out. of her sight for long.
She felt so entitled to everything about him and it began to get tiresome to Max.
Sighing, he glanced at his reflection in the
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car window. His shirt was wrinkled, and there were faint shadows under his eyes. He looked so stressed. Not wanting to raise Cassie’s suspicions, he grabbed a fresh change of clothes from the backseat. He always had fresh clothes in his car.
He quickly changed into the fresh clothes. before heading inside. He walked towards the porch of his house, what he planned to do was ro just wants to assure Cassie that he was there for her and then leave soon
later.
Max stepped into the house, the familiar setting of the house was still there but yet, something felt… wrong.
The house was quiet when he opened the door. Too quiet.
“Cassie?” he called out, shutting the door
behind him. The sound echoed in the
stillness.
He frowned, stepping further inside. The air felt stranger than usual, the house was
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looking a little bit different.
Max made his way to the living room, expecting to find Cassie reading or working on her sketches. Instead, he was met with a chilling emptiness. The usual clutter of her belongings was gone the vase of fresh.
flowers she loved, the stack of books on the coffee table, even the throw blanket draped over the couch.
“Cassie?” he called again, his voice louder this time.
He climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to their bedroom. His heart sank.
The wardrobe doors were ajar, revealing bare hangers swinging slightly in the draft. The vanity, once adorned with her jewelry and perfumes, was stripped clean!
Max scanned the room, his eyes darting around for any sign of her. That’s when he noticed the missing photo frames.
The wedding album, the portraits she had painted of him, and the love letters she had
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once poured her heart into were all gone. Even the handmade gifts she had
cherished, things she had insisted on
keeping safe, were missing.
“Cassie?” he called again, louder this time, as if willing her to appear.
But she didn‘ t.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as a sinking feeling gripped him. This wasn’t like her. Something was indeed wrong!
“Who’s there?” Max called out, calling the attention of his servants.
A voice broke his thoughts. “Sir,” one of the servants said hesitantly, standing in the doorway.
Max turned sharply. “Where’s Cassie?”
The servant blinked, confused. “You don’t know? Madam left on a long trip.”
“What?” Max’s voice was sharp now, panic creeping in. “What trip?”
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The servant shifted nervously. “She didn’t tell us much, sir. Just that she would be gone for a while. She also said to remind you to check the gift she left for
you.
The gift.
“That was true, Cassie had talked about a gift on the phone.” Max muttered under his breath. He stood there hands akimbo as he wondered what was going on for a moment, Cassie doesn’t go anywhere without telling him, this was really odd.
“The gift is in your study sir,” The servant informed him.
“Alright,” Max‘ s mind raced as he sprinted to the study, where the servant. had said she left the gift box Cassie had. given him during the party. His hands. shook as he opened it, revealing a single envelope inside.
Pulling it out, he unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the words.
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Divorce papers.
The weight of the moment hit him like a tidal wave. His hands tightened around the papers as he read her signature at the bottom, her decision clear and final.
“No,” he whispered, shaking his head.
Dropping the papers, he ran back to the bedroom, yanking open every drawer, every closet, every corner where her belongings should have been. Nothing.
“No! Cassie!” He yelled as he looked around, wide eyed while he clutched the
paper.
Her clothes, her essentials, even her favorite books–they were all gone.
She was gone.
Max stood in the middle of the empty room, his chest tightening as the
realization sunk in. She had left him, truly and completely.
Somehow the whole house felt strange and
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dull like she had taken the liveliness of the
house with her.
And indeed to him, she had.
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