Separation didn’t come with a goodbye.It arrived disguised as routine.Elara moved out of the penthouse on a quiet afternoon, when the city was busy enough not to notice heartbreak. Two suitcases. One box of books. No dramatic pauses. No last looks at the glass walls that had once felt unreal and now felt unfinished.Adrian was in a meeting when she left.That was deliberate.She didn’t trust herself to walk past him without stopping. Without touching. Without asking questions neither of them was ready to answer.The elevator doors closed softly.And just like that—the silence between them became permanent.Adrian found out three hours