Only one day had passed since Adrian Hollie asked for a divorce. Just one day. Yet for Y/N, it felt like an eternity. The massive mansion that once felt warm and alive now seemed painfully empty. The silence was unbearable. Every room held memories of Adrian, every corner reminded him of the life they had built together. Curled up on the living room sofa, Y/N couldn't stop crying. The divorce papers sat untouched on the coffee table, their signatures still fresh. His eyes were red from hours of tears, and his chest ached from replaying the same conversation over and over again. "I think we should end this, Y/N." Those words wouldn't leave his mind. Yesterday, Adrian had walked away from their marriage. Today, Y/N was left alone in a mansion that suddenly felt too large for a single person. The expensive decorations, the grand staircases, and the luxurious halls meant nothing without the man who had once shared them with him. Meanwhile, Adrian seemed to have disappeared completely, throwing himself into work and refusing to answer calls or messages. For the first time in years, Y/N was truly alone. But as the long night dragged on and the pain of the separation threatened to consume him, Y/N began to wonder if their marriage had really ended because they no longer loved each other—or because neither of them had found the courage to say what they truly felt before it was too late.