Elin’s POV：

I did not want to remain in this villa.

Before Aaron had bought the apartment in the city center, I used to stay here often. My presence was everywhere, woven into the corners of this house—tiny, tender marks of my existence. The crystal aquarium where I had raised my tropical fish, the rose bushes in the garden that had thrived beneath my careful hands.

But Clara had returned, and her very presence meant this place would no longer belong to me. I was nothing more than a ...