Stella's POV

The sound of boxes being dragged across the floor and the low chatter of the movers filled the house that morning.

Damian hadn't been joking.

He really had sent two men to take care of everything.

I'd told Alexander I wouldn't be able to work today. I needed time to pack my things and focus on the move.

He'd replied with a simple, "It's okay. Take care of yourself."

We weren't in a good place. Things between us were tense, and we'd been avoiding serious conversations so