Chapter 311

A few days passed in a strange kind of calm. Riyana was still not used to it. Jabco was there. In her house. In her room. Sitting at her dining table like he belonged there. And the strangest part was that he really adjusted. He didn’t complain about the small space. He didn’t ask her to change anything. He moved around quietly, careful even. He didn’t bring his rules into her home. At night, when she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, she sometimes wondered if she was imagining it. This was the same man who used to control everything. Yet now, he woke up early and made coffee for both of them. He waited for her before eating. He even listened. Riyana still couldn’t fully believe it. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t point it out. She was careful not to disturb whatever fragile balance they had somehow found. She told herself to take it one day at a time. That morning, she left for the gallery as usual. The moment she stepped inside, something felt different. The air buzzed. P