Rose's POV
Three months had passed since then.
Three long, agonizing months without Leon.
The days stretched endlessly, each one blending into the next, empty and cold. I had already informed Gabrielle about everything—his disappearance, my choice to stand by him, and the fact that I was now one of his women. But when I finally gathered the courage to say it aloud, expecting some reaction, she merely adjusted her glasses and said, I see…
Her voice was flat. Unfazed. As if she had expected it all along.
Not a single sign of surprise crossed her face. Not a hint of jealousy, resentment, or even mild amusement. It was as if my confession was nothing more than a passing remark, insignificant and unworthy of further discussion.
