"This studio feels too quiet," Evelyn murmured softly, placing her design pencil on the table.

It had been two weeks since William left. Since he laid down the apartment key and the contract termination papers—both of which Evelyn hadn’t touched. Everything remained exactly where he left it, a silent testament that someone had once chosen her… even when she didn’t choose him back.

Evelyn’s days were now filled with work. She woke before sunrise, worked on designs, accepted small orders from local clients, and sometimes sat in silence for hours, staring at a blank screen. But nights—nights were always the hardest.

Because night reminded her of William’s voice. Of the...