Camille stopped going to the penthouse.
At first she told herself it was temporary.
Just space. Just breathing room. Just enough distance to stop feeling emotionally humiliated every time another article connected Dante's name to Ella Astor publicly.
But days passed.
Then another week.
And somehow the distance between them stopped feeling temporary at all.
The media noticed immediately.
Of course they did.
CAMILLE LAURENT NO LONGER SEEN AT MORETTI RESIDENCE
ARE THE COUNTRY'S MOST POWERFUL COUPLE FINALLY OVER?
Inside her apartment that morning, Camille stood silently near the kitchen island scrolling through headlines while coffee turned cold beside her untouched.
Another photo appeared.
Dante and Ella entering an international finance summit together in Paris.
Ella wore white. Dante wore black.
They looked devastatingly elegant together.
Like they belonged on magazine covers.
Camille hated herself for staring too long.
Her phone vibrated softly.
Dante.
She froze.
