Perry’s pov

I was about to pour myself a drink when I realized the house was too quiet.

The villa was too quiet.

I hated silence.

It crept through the halls like a warning, getting into my bones until all I could hear was the echo of my own rage. My house should never feel like this… empty, and abandoned.

She should have been here, on her knees if I demanded— her eyes lowered,and her lips ought to had been soft with apologies.

But instead, I got nothing.

“Imogen?” My voice cut through the stillness, sharp as a whip.

No answer.

I walked through the bedroom, my pulse raising as...